Look at who I am,
Look what I’ve become
The dark angel of death
This war I’ve not won
Shattered in pieces
All over the floor
How could I have made this mess?
What am I even living for?
I’m held in life’s grasp
Yet answering death’s call
I am drawn to the dark
And I begin to fall
I’m now in death’s hands
Knocking on heaven’s door
As the pearly gates open
The pain and sorrow is no more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem