I don't know how but I'll be burning in heaven
Meanwhile we stay here to try to up his level
And we can lay down to make the pain go away
But let's not forget that we can fail to the fate
And you hear me say
Oh what a soul is?
Just tell me what a soul is
Oh fill me with one 'cause I'll be long gone if I'm empty
Come down here and help me, I'm freezing in snow that's not near me, not even touching me
I want to get on above so please save me, tell me what to do, tell me the cure
I don't know what's wrong with my love, but please tell me if I should stop... pleading
With my voice, hoarse with the burn, done with this drilling on my skin
I can't keep this bleeding, my heart's already drained
I might just fill it with wine
This curse is all mine and I am not about to cut off the time cause that's all I got right now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting poem about burning in heaven and then all the angst and darkness of a lost soul. It does not answer what a souls is but goes into the depths of pain and a cursed state.
I could say it's expressing frustration from being lost so yeah, thanks for the feedback.