Cold hands grab me from bellow
pulling, clawing, tearing at my soul.
Air escapes my lungs
upon my chest a thousand tons
I kick and writhe to reach the light
but in the end a loosing fight.
I sink now to the depths below
watching as the darkness grows
My body grows still
and in the dark
the monsters tear apart my heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem