Inside my cell I crawl to bed
and crush the demons in my head;
I pray to God I waken dead.
My hours are betrothed to the sun
and stars that shine when the torture’s done;
inside my cell I crawl to bed
and dream of a world beyond these walls
where your torment rises and freedom falls;
I pray to God I awaken dead.
You burned me once with words unsaid
and laughed at me while I cried and bled
and crushed the demons in my head.
If I loved you once, that love has fled
and rendered me an empty husk;
I pray to God I awaken dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem