Somebody pray for me, this is not what I bargain for.
Some people are living, but they are dead spiritually.
Life is like a slow poison, it's killing me slowly.
No one will make it out here alive.
Everybody want to go to heaven, but nobody want to die.
Death is the dark shadow of the vanity life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem about a necessary evil...death