This beautiful hell of ours
Is all we will ever know
Our fear will always stay
The blood will always flow
Don’t try to escape
This endless dark
For what it leaves in your heart
Is a permanent mark
It’s too late now
There’s no turning back
We’re beyond redemption
And freedom we lack
Pain is embedded in your soul
Now it has found you
You’re trapped in it’s web
There’s nothing you can do
Can you feel it?
You’re riddled with despair
Too scared to realize
Too numb to care
In death’s grasp
You slowly fade
Death has now won
A ghost you’ve made
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem