it calls to me
beoning to me
to come into darkness
its sweet sound
so inviting
so lovely
raped by arms
i fall
sound of welcome
arms around my neck
oh what pleasure
theres no more
sounds of welcome
of pleasure
but pain
burning
red hot
DEATH!
i think one cant enjoy life if he has no soft corner for his death in his heart..... :) 10 Ali
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
brilliantly wirtten! i love it