Forget about the stars and the moon,
Forget that you ever came into my room.
Forget that you came to the side of my bed,
Forget as you knelt and watched as I bled.
Forget the screams that came from inside,
Forget your cries of pure and utter fright.
Forget as I choked on my last breath,
Forget I turned and whispered, 'you're next.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem