nothing but heat pressing around me
the smoke so thick that i cant see
everyone thinks that fire
is symbolic of rage and desire
they dont know the pain
eternally burning alive over and over again
even a dropp of sweet rain
would quench the fire and ease the pain
but when your condemned to suffer forever
then no matter what
you'll never know the sweet kiss of rest
never no the release of death
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem