Leave me be,
I wish to die,
And be left to face the new alone.
My will is set,
My path is planned,
All i will condone.
I hear hell's hounds,
At my door,
As I lie in wait.
I see to live,
I feel to die,
On the narrow and straight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem