Behind the light,
Theirs always the darkness
Waiting
Whatching
For the perfect time to strike
At the happiest point,
Is your darkest fallout.
You'll never know when ts going to come
untill its to late and your surrounded
You cant see,
You cant think
For behind the light,
The darkness will always be waiting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem