when the moon starts wrapping her darkness around you with her cold arms.
I stop living for a minute,
I stop breathing for a secound,
I stop thinking for a moment,
My heart refuse to beat,
My eyes wont move.
I felt death,
I felt death owning me,
death moving slow.
I started to fight for my life,
I started to call for help,
I started to cry helplessly,
but no one could save me now.
I open my eyes,
and there was the devil himslef,
the evil whose claiming my soul,
offering me an easy way out,
out of this misery with a medicin,
medicin will put and end to all pain,
pain that wont leave me alone.
with out thinking,
I have surrendered,
and sold my soul to the devil with a smile.
by angel the princess of darkness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem