i am him
like the rain on a cold december night
but also like pillar that has been holding the world
when my name is said it sounds like a forgotten ghost in the corner
or like the sickness in the back of your brain that eat it away
i beileve in love
but i also believe i have lost mine
i am him
child of GOD
call me assassin and watch me fix this world
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem