Follow the blood trail
Into a long forgotten mine
You courage begins to quail
As the light ceases to shine
You hear a whimper then a wail
You turn around to face horrors design
Mind locks up you try to scream but fail
Still breathing but barely alive
A mutilated victim, for each limb a restricting nail
Run far far away your mind pleads
But your legs seem unable to reply
Stare at her as she bleeds
The only word you hear her mutter is 'why? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem