Look, but don’t stare!
You'll be Caught and my death stare I should care.
Look in his eyes and see his soul.
His soul is red like the sea.
He speaks darkness, no love nor light.
His love is death, his hate is life.
His soul tell the truth, it doesn’t lie.
He tries to run, but he can’t hide.
His eyes they tell no lie.
They say if you look into ones eyes, you'll see his soul.
I have look in his eyes and seen the world; it’s cold.
Death was told, stick a needle, and his eyes, his world is cold.
If I see the light, would it be bright like the star at night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thanks to all who read it.