We'll find a way
When we are dead
All good is gone
No happiness left
Screaming and screeching
What do you need
What do you want
Tears streaming down the face
Cant take much more
Nothing is wrong with me
But something has to give
Push me again
This will be the end for you
Skin and bone
You're by yourself
But not alone
Driven by hate
We cant take it back
Leaving the dead behind
Darkness will rise
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem