Thick the Skin and Dense the Bone
Going on and on Alone
Sinking Down the Lake so Deep
Down to Where the Lurkers Sleep
Creeping Down unto My Knees
All the Way to Where I Please
Till My Bones Collapse and Break
Till There's Nothing Left to Fake
Forcing Bomb Shells Down My Throat
All the Needs and Hopes I Sought
Martyrdom for Mortal Sakes
Till the Sleeping Fiend Awakes
Hewn the Bone and Torn the Skin
Leave Me Pay for My Own Sin
Leave Me Drown in Shadows Deep
A Lurker Where the Dark Things Sleep
Amman,2nd of July,2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! I really like the flow of this! Maybe we all have a few lurkers in our souls! Very nice! thanks