Every second wasted away
I feel like there's
no more hope
life isnt mine no more
I can smell death searching for me
His wings are broked and stoned black
Im dying
Hes coming for us
Hi doesnt discriminate
He'll take all of us
'die! Die! I'll gladly take you! he taunts and howls.
I grow cold
Tim turning blue
death is feasting from the gorges of my sould
Im dying and shall never return
J.V. Boyd
well this poem could use grammer help but overall it's gooooooood! i like the title, cought my attention!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
how can you be so mean and yet write such beautiful poetry.LOL