The stare of soulless eyes,
And the feel of icy breath,
Both linger upon my back.
The fear caressing the edges of my mind.
The strength fading from my eyes.
The Darkness settling into my view.
Allusions of apathetic visions,
Project premonitions of doom and darkness.
I see the fire burning through the floor,
Ready to lick at my feet,
Searing exposed flesh.
I fall.
And I know I am Hellbound.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'i see the fire burning through the floor, Ready to lick at my feet, ' was the line i enjoyed the most out of your poem.