This pain I can't handle,
It's the pain of seven sins.
Angels looking down on me
With their devilish grins.
I try to outrun this haunting,
I try to forget,
But evil's vines have tied me down
And make me face its sunset.
I can't deny this fear in me
Silent voices in my head.
I want to cry out my last tears,
But I know my fate is death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Death is inevitable, it is when, we no not. regards Tom