We are like mist
we are the shadows and keepers of the dead
nor dead or alive
we are the ones
who haunt the night
every living thing
kept awake
by every silient scream we make
yes indeed
we are those you think are not
this was our town
we now take it back
hear our whispers in dark...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem