I'm falling! I'm falling! Will I ever get up?
Before I hit the Red Rocky ground and forever give up.
So many Thoughts that are buried inside my brain.
I will never get them out unless I have a glory rain.
Unless I can die that's the only way to live.
For only the afterlife is where I will truly forgive.
Look in my eyes and tell me a lie.
And I will tell the truth and forever I will die.
The all white covered man is the only one to trust.
For the people around him are nothing but cold dust.
The Red Guy will somehow take over my life.
Unless I can never loose and keep up this fight.
How is it that I am still alive?
Does the white covers guy watch over me so that I don't die?
Suicidal thoughts will forever take over my brain.
And watch this suicidal demon forever hold on to my chain.
And the fight of my life will no longer be a game.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem