Task: Poem Generation
Input (English): Thick Black Fog
Output (English): ia'm trap stuck in this horrible place the wall slowly cave in i need some space they threaten to crush me to end my very existence i can feel the darkness creep in ready to engulf me whole ready to end me and take my soul the life in which my mother give be now be slowly drain the darkness have now overtake me but therea's nothing i can do i cana't even see no matter how hard i try i cana't escape this empty abyss my only goal in life be to have just a little bliss no matter how small i little be good than none at all i cana't seem to smile anymore and i forget how to laugh my life be once whole but now ita's only half lock up trap cage away in my mind be where these terrible game be play i cana't forfeit or even get a time out ia'm the withered corn dead from the drought no more life within completely crush nowhere to begin the blackness be me ita's in my soul it heal me it once again make me whole i be the epitome of depression but the darkness fuel my aggression embrace the night make everything alright help all problem fade everything turn gray these wall cease to collapse allow me to breathe