Shallow fear creeps unto me
Cascading shadows once so far
Finally distort the pleasure I seek
My home is empty, dead, and bleak
I sensed a day would come at last
The pain melts into a fragile shaft
Only to recover a long lost past
and destroy everything to come and pass
Hope and dreams wither to tears
realizing Im the only one left here
I'll die as the morning dew arrives
Into the corspe of a thousand knives
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem