Empty hallways
Echoing footsteps
Lights flickering
This is the school of the dead
Where i once thought i would be wed
The pain
The anger
This is what feeds this evil place
With each dropp of blood
We all fall in love
With the thought that we're all done
The tears
From the ones who have hurt us
They will pay for our deaths
He will be here soon
And we will all be doomed
For eternity does not exist here
In the school of my worst fears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
WOW! you captured the mood perfectly. this is extremely relatable! lol love the wording. =)