The walls are whispering.
Horrors plauge my mind.
Deadly thoughts.
Blood, gore, pain.
Atheareal beings dance before me.
Demons of the midnight hour.
Terror holds my throat.
I awake.
Sweaty, scared, alone.
Take a drink, light a smoke.
And lay back into darkness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love it its amzing ur a really good poet