I sense your presence
Ready to torment me again
You come to me night after night
Watching me
Torturing me
Killing me...
The caress of your icy fingertips
The feel of your callous lips
The intence gaze of your spiritless stare
You make my head swim with thoughts
You make it hard to breathe.
No! I must fight!
Fighting with my inner demons
I begin to gain strength
I look you dead in the eye
And show that you can't hurt me anymore
Your eyes widen, your breath comes out in panicked gasps
You realise that you've lost
And flee into the starless night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
close your eyes, and let your 'mind' see in ways, that stevie wonder sees. often our eyes will tell us something is pretty, until our mind shows us, that what's inside the pretty gift box- is something UGLY