Life Is Not Worth to Be Lived

I follow the furrow of my suffering
no light, no hope come to me
just pain and a vengeful sorrow
which forever worry me

want to escape from this life
to run away further at last
far from this world
as I give my last sight

damned unbearable existence
rhythmed by an unsilent pain
twisted by a whirl of torment
witness of wickedness of life

witness of everything I want to leave...