The angel of a rapid death

I feel myself a prisoned dead,

A dude who leaves the world of dreams.

I have no thing for me ahead.

No thing for me behind, it seems.

 

I'm stick between the death and life.

My soul decreases very fast.

I am the one who was deprived

Of all the things that could have last.

 

No chance to have a pot of luck,

To feel the happiness within,

To see that ones whom really loved,

To find my sacred hided bin.

 

I'm not a dead but still I'm here.

In deep within of navy depth.

I'm left alone with only seer -

The angel of a rapid death.