Away I cower in the darkness,
hiding from what may come,
as my lover turns to me,
and laughs with that voice.
I crash through the shadows,
who seem to hold me,
closer and closer than before,
Deaths' cold fingers grasp for me,
as I run on the cold cement,
everything is turning black,
I have no more hope to dream,
Nowhere is left to run to,
No one is left to save me.

A/N: If anyone can translate this poem into other languages that I don't have or fix some mistakes, please do. Email me at mix_and_match@hotmail.com. Sorry, I am not an expert at any of these languages.