Cold slowly advancing across skin
Breath no longer coming from within
Eyes glossy and now glazed
Body left to never again be raised
Face is cold and white
Soul has long since past through the unearthly light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I feel just like that after a few pints and a coupla. Drambuie's....Dead to the world..Nice write Michael.. Sid.