Right now I may not
Be able to find love but
I can find death because
He's in the depths of hell just
Waiting for his next victim
To screech to his scythe where he
Can drag you deep down in the depths
Of hell where no one hears your cries your
Screams and the ones with you do not care
And then you become another memory
Deep down in the depths of hell and your now
But a memory to all your friends and family
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem