What is left of me is Pain,
My soul has demons to be slain,
What is left of me is Sorrow,
For you and me there is no tomorrow!
Will you forgive me my sin?
Or will I need to die yet again?
What is left of me is hate,
My Personal Demons are never late,
What is left of me is Anger,
For you to love me puts you in mortal danger!
Will you forgive me my sin?
Or will I need to die yet again?
What is left of me is Lust,
I am made of dust and return to it, I must!
What is left of me is a Lie,
When you forsake me I will truly die!
Will you forgive me my sin?
Or will I need to die yet again?
What is left of me is Pain,
My soul has demons to be slain,
What is left of me is Sorrow,
For you and me there is no tomorrow!
Will you forgive me my sin?
Or will I need to die yet again?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem