Sitting here alone watching the blood drop.
Wishing it was a lie but I can't step back in time.
The darkness takes over, my eyes begin to dim, and I've lost my way.
Can you bring me back?
The smell of blood fills the room
as I hover over my dead body,
fading back, way back into the bright unknown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem