All chained up and all alone my death is written into stone,
and all my hopes and all my dreams have fallen like my broken wings,
Scratches here scratches there my blood is dripping everywhere,
my heart is slowing my mind is racing its my death that im now facing,
Then an ocean of blackness eases my pain and then my sadness slowly drains,
then the sounds I could here clear as day are rapidly fading away,
the end to all my dreaded days my soul has lifted but my body stays.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem