Swaying trees and screeching owls.
Wiping winds and chilling howls.
Deafning screams and eary sounds.
Shadows appear without any source.
I know he's coming his footsteps pound.
I'm hell bound.
No reason to scream,
no one listening any way.
In my head i hope it's just a dream,
that I'll live to see another day.
I'm hell bound.
Now my heart is racing,
no time to run.
One small turn,
now all is done.
I'm hell bound.
I scream into the darkness,
hoping this is not it.
Now I have come to see
the hell that binds is me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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