Breathing life into death
Decay till there's nothing left
Three in my head,
Creators voice, then that of death
Who can forget the greatest threat?
The sinner within myself.
A stranger I will never forget
Decaying thoughts in my head
Breathing life into death
An impending curse
Revealed to be an empty-threat.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your writing is very mature for someone who is 15.. this poem is amazing