Demons in my mind
Hatred in my soul
There's no use in fighting anymore
I've lost control
Death could be a breath away
Cold so cold
'Look to the light' I wonce herd someone say
But darkness is all I see
It surrounds, it enwraps
There's no use in saving me
Nashing of my teeth
Pounding in my head
I guess this is what it's like to be dead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
grear write, enjoyed it. i know the feeling of seeing only darkness and for some that is what we shall always see.