My skin stinks of fear.
My eyes scream misery.
Pull me to the ground.
Cant see me but im all around.
Faith is fading to dust.
Hope is starting to rust.
Pulse no longer exists.
is my name in the blacklist?
Am i going to return?
Am i going to be mourned?
I cant no longer speak.
I cant feel your lips in my cheek.
Numbness sneaking through my back.
Bones getting broken and turning black.
Vision getting blury.
Can feel wings with glory.
I am saved with the damned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem