Darkness consumes me
humanism fades to black
heart growing cold
never to go back
Pain
we all face it
some despise it
other embrace it
Pain,
it consumes my soul
never to be at rest
never to grow old
where is my savior
where is he now
was he ever here
has he let me down
am I really alone
am I to suffer in black
am I to deteriortate
never to go back?
who can save me
who will help a wounded soul
who will lend a hand
to the young and old
who will lend their hand
I will never know
but I know
to hell I must go
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem