Holloween The Darkest Day of the year
This Day I Will only remember Fear
Tempted To drink a ton of Beer
To play with fire What an Ideal
Gasoline injected in you're skin
Why did I drink so much gin?
The Flames Lashed out towards me
Oh fc*k I flea
Drop and Roll, Wont Work
Run as the flames engolf you're head
It's only fluke that im not dead
Screaming Running Skin turns Red
When The flames die
I stand
my body has been taken from me
This I curse you
For that night
A new Demon Has been Created
I Hate All
That should of been my end! !
I have to admit the way you describe this It’s such a turning feeling The way you describe this night I can’t but wonder about the Demon I love this, write more for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rob, this is superb, it has a gripping relism. well written