Quicksand pulling you down
A demon got you
By the balls trying to
Rip the spirit out of you
It's a dangerous place
And you are
Dangling over the edge
Your eyes get dark
And you go deeper into
The point of no return
You are too weak
To get yourself out
If you want somebody to
Pull you out
You just got to
Hold out your hand
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem