Crows fly by leaving only one black feather
Dark clouds and cold rain are the only elements in this weather
Screams and crys in the morning
Murder and plunder through the night
Death and despair all around
People making to much sound
I am alone
In a world of my own
I only see out of my
Black tinted bubble
I only see the
Darkness within this
This place
We call
Our
World
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I m glad u don't see woe like this all the time... i can feel ur despair for the world at large that has turned into a self destructing demon.... very well written