consumed with my fear
I am frozen
numb to every touch
I am dead
I see no soul within your eyes
nothing, but the emptiness of your lust
every unbreakable breath
I am prone to death
I feel my heart in the clutches of your fingers
I see crimson overlapping his skin
In my dreams
I see black gowns
Flying black veils
Down the aisle of withered rose petals
No, there is no man
No human
No soul,
But an empty casket
I have to face my fate
My regrets, My guilt
Close my eyes
Lay me down to rest
and enter the mornings light
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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