Time is running out for me,
I guess I will never be free,
Dark thoughts start to spread,
Darkness is where I was led,
One small light I can't find,
Although, darkness I don't mind,
The pain I embrace,
My heart seems to be in a race,
I pant and fall,
The devil is too tall,
I need to run,
he says its for fun,
I try to hit him with all my might,
But I can't remove that menacing smile from my sight,
I'm know this is my final fight,
because my eyes flick towards the dying candlelight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem