I'm dieing slowly
the devil has planted a seed
the seed of death
its growing
growing faster and faster
the roots
have restrained my heart
the torns
feel like dagers
piercing my hear
As the spread
its only time
before the bud blossoms
the Devils Rose
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The title fits the poem great.. its sad but strong too.. Great work Krista