Death is a monster,
luring you in.
In to its jaws,
clutching you with its claws.
Lif runs out of your body,
It runs then disappears.
It runs and jumps of the pier,
Into the waters of hell witch are so clear.
Death has a sharp, forked tongue,
Like a long fiery red snake.
Your body just goes limp,
You catch a glimpse
Of what life was like
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Death is reverse of the birth, you born mean welcome to the new world, as you death goodbye for you to another world...when you was born, your mother endure the pain and no one will pass the pain to endure when death come...it nice poem to read and remind about the real thing that will happen to all living things...nice one Matthew, keep writing :) _Unwritten Soul