so you see me every night
being scared and cold
i'm never out of your sight
so i am told
why won't you help me
do you even care?
i die slowly
this life i can't even share
all of this is your game
i wish you could understand
i would have never taken blame
if i had the upper hand
now i wait for it to be gone
wait with a heavy heart
will the light bring a new dawn?
will it be a new start?
no more complaints
only hearty prayers
only the holy saints
not the unholy slayers
i beg you to stop this
i give up and wish to die
i crave that divine bliss
without even asking why.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
bliss is in forgiving and forgetting