My head is spinning
And the pain is growing bigger
For my prayer has been answered
But the answer is not clear
For what I wish was once a deadly sin
And it seems I cannot master the art of keeping up my chin
Cause the clouds are higher than my pride in height
But my pride keeps getting bigger with every moment I’m alive
And I shall accept my Hell
For what is worth living is my only sin
My existence ought to be a devil’s win
When the only sound I hear is that of a deathly bell
Poetry 