In the dark chambers
of the world
without life and light
i stay
They are the servant chamber
oh! world of agony
a dark chamber where man's
will is drained.
I walk through the streets
nervous to live
stumbling like a servant which
i am
i walk
through the unlit of darkness
Afraid of nothing,
drunk with dreams.
i have no thoughts for tomorrow
for all it worth
i hope time flies
for my continuous journey to
darkness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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