I wither
into nothing
like a Burnt Spider.
I shatter
and Turn into dust...
the wind blows all of what remains.
Away.
My dreams
Turn into nightmare's.
And Angel's become Demon's.
I Drown
Inside my Flooded City
of Broken Dreams
And Lost Hopes.
I Die
Everyday of my Life
A little more
Every Moment....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Angels become demons, well, they would have to have been fallen angels for sure. Another poem of darkness, like falling into a deep hole and can't get out. Could this be a form of depression, I wonder. Interesting poem--Melvina