It was just a specof hope,
My last and final taste
And now I'll have to cope
With this sadness making haste.
I'll no longer cry on the outside
I'll only cry from within.
This pain, I'll continue to hide
Until death's consumption wins.
It was just a glimpse on light.
It was oh so very dim.
A small spark in my world of light
Jus tso tiny a spark, but darkness is sure to win.
I'll keep playing with death on my demand
With knifes to cut, with fire to burn
Untill death comes to take my hand.
What can I say I'll never learn.
Nothing, just a dropp of water,
Not enough to stop this thirst.
Death will come as my life is getting shorter
But my misery is coming to its worst.
It seems that days are getting longer,
And I stay awake all night.
This pain is not making me stronger. I'm battling an unbeatle fight.
It was just a tiny spec
I think it's gone away.
My chance but I will not let
My world turn into day.
Because whenever I let it shine
It always dissapoints me.
The darkness will always twine,
Untill I cannot breathe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem