Standing at the
Entrance your hell
Wrist dripping still
You no longer feel
You think you’re free
But you just can’t see
Angles all around
God turns around
Have you’re self to blame
And what a shame
Standing now
You’re all alone
The light comes back
As your falling down
Flaming gates
That’s what awaits
No holding on
Your wrist are gone
Was it worth it now
Don’t ask god how
Or why your there
In the hell
And why you fell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem