My skin is cold my lips are blue
A feeling that my life is through
And my body lies so stiff and pail
Then he comes to drag me to hell
I do not fight that I knew would come
So I do not turn and try to run
I turn and take the reapers hand
He leads me off to the waste land
Where nothing lives but nothing dies
And all you hear are lonely cries
Before I knew it I was there
At the gates of fire and fear
The gates of hell where so so near
Then a flash and my life comes back
Hearing sound of a line so flat
Then a shock and my heart beats back
I gasp for air and look around
I see no flames and no reaper near
I hear a whisper it sounds so clear
Now you know now you've seen
That your soul will belong to me
So straighten up do things right
Or i might come to you at night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem...... i like it