Burning, Always Burning
Igniting The Pupils Red
Visions Now Glowing
Portals On The Head
Leading To The Abyss
Halls Of Ember Light
It'll Be Soon Missed
Taken Over By Night
In The Sockets
Charred Eyes See
The Mirror Shows Nothing
I'll Miss Seeing Me
While All Are Pitying
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem