Waiting for the clock to go by 
every second seems to fly
slowly the happiness starts to fade 
locked in the darkness suddenly afraid 
the sprits grab me and pul in me closer
closer into the deep hole of the composer 
injecting  my head with endless pain
slowly eating away at my soul like a drain 
you stare at me with your yellow eyes 
as i follow him down the maze hypnotised 
the tunnels and fires curse my soul 
spinning me out of control 
in the end im left on the ground 
lost and deep in thought without a sound 
crawling barely in breath 
slowly leading in to death                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
The devil is in your head but do not worry Cate it is not you.