Some say the first cuts the deepest
but we all know the last falls the
steepest, where we will go few can tell
i know its neither heaven or hell
when we submit to deaths deadly kiss
we shall soon fall into a deep abyss
as we slowly yet gradually fall we relive
our memories no matter how small
some souls cannot pass on as the have
done something wrong so they are made to
wander in endless twilight until they finally
put things right
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem