I hear it coming
So fast my soul is breaking
I hear those deadly whispers
As it bring forth such haunting shivers
I see it coming
So visible the truth is blurring
I see those unearthly marks
Wounding my life-line sparks
I must now flee
If I want to be free
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem, kep writing, best wishes, melvin