Slowly, ever so gentle and peacful
a horror glides down the sides of the room.
At first it isnt noticable, only a sliver of red.
It speaks out in soft whispers,
Pay no mind to me,
Im not a bother.
Soon though, so very soon
it crawls down farther and farther.
Crimson soon embellish's the white walls.
Your heart races your mind crys in pain
and your world is slowly swallowed by
a once familiar scent.
The once hidden blood of family and past
cover the walls in its power. Showing off to
the viewer that you have no hope, that you
are next, and nothing can stop it
Slowly, ever so gently like before, it consumes you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love this poem 'blake'