Beyond the pale lies
Darkness,
Or light?
Day,
Or night?
And do you care?
Or do you dare,
Not be bothered?
Oblivion
Would be God's fault
Should it happen.
Dying is like a sledge,
Falling off a mountain.
It's either fun, or fatal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem