Spiraling, spiraling down
IN an eternal dark abys.
Spiraling through the pain,
The sufaring that is breaking, breaking.
Spiraling, spiraling down
Into my own personal hell.
The days seemed numbered
These times must come to an end.
The black hole is getting deeper,
The edge is starting to tlit me over.
My breath is lost.
My soul is shattered.
Spiraling, spiraling down
Into oblivion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem