The glass is dark and grungy
It filters out all of the light
It turns all beyond to shades of gray
Darkens all that was ever bright
Through the glass seen only dimly
Scenes of a life pass oh so slowly
The life they show is so treasured
Even though it be ever so lowly
The scenes passing by in gray and black
Reflect a life that lived has been
One where joy and light once was found
One that happiness once was in
But as they roll by they grow darker
The joy and happiness begins to fade
The light it is in full retreat
There's only tears in which to wade
The black it grows and starts to devour
All the life that shows in these scenes
The sanity fades and madness creeps in
Like a babe as off the tit it weans
The darkness begins to take over
Soon all is black and hard to distinguish
Starving it devours all of the light
All the fires of life it will extinguish
Soon this life will reach an end
Who will mourn it and wish it back
Surely it's owner will never so wish
For the fires of life he will lack
And so we soon come to the end
All is black, nothing can be seen
The black of the grave has engulfed it all
There's nothing left on which to lean
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem