For so many years I was blaming myself, thought I am the bad.
For so many years I hated myself, thought I am a cad.
Hate fueled me; I spent all of my nights sad.
Hate fueled me; I was almost waiting for the death.
But I am confused now as I hear the Grim Reaper's voice
I am confused now; I wonder why he is already close.
Because it feels like death is in the air
And it's strange to say there's no trace of any scare.
But I can feel the flames running through my skin;
It seems I'll burn in hell for my sins
I was always looking for the answers, didn't care how much little thing I have
But I only found disasters, didn't recognize that eventually I am deft
Envy guided me; I didn't appreciate what I have
Envy guided me till I recognized that I am "blessed"
But I am confused now as I hear the Grim Reaper's voice
I am confused now; I wonder why he is already close.
Because it feels like death is in the air
And it's strange to say there's no trace of any scare.
But I can feel the flames running through my skin;
It seems I'll burn in hell for my sins.
It feels like death is in the air
And it's strange to say there's no trace of any scare.
But I can feel the flames running through my skin;
It seems I'll burn in hell for my sins,
Please let the devil take me in.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem