Shaking in fear
Sensing he's near
Feeling no pain
Something to gain
Holding a knife
Taking a life
Blood dripping to the floor
Can't hear sound anymore
The bruises will stop appearing
The blood will stop flowing
The footsteps stop
The knob turns
My open wounds don't hurt anymore
He opens the door
Blood starts to pour
Staring wide eyed
Because someone died
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great Job Nice Poem Best Wishez, Angel OfDarkness