Like a sleep walking kid
I continue in the path
For my dark dreams to hold
I slowly foot stepping towards silence
Within the dark
Twisted voices talk of a language
That only find to fear my soul
They speak not but a cry to be found
As I was in a place of lost soul
Cautions cross my delusion mind
Was it a mirror
That stood in front
With a wicked eye
Venom beautiful voice
Devil hearted
Left with nothing but bones
This place is not to be of a soul
That was once love
'I'm you' my soul said
'What happened' I asked
Love created hate
And hate welcomed evil
In a blink of lids, u'll be poet.But i can't post any of my poems now.THEY'RE STILL H-O-T!
Hatred destroys ones soul and turns it evil, well said.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Once again I find myself lost in the richness of your words.