It pulls me.
Softly, coveting my heart,
Making its slithering mist.
A voice of insanity,
It permeates through my head.
It Awakens.
Silently, feeling my skin,
Wielding its voice like a cist.
A breath of certainty,
It sinks through my brain.
It tears me.
Simply, reaching my soul,
Drifting its cunning wrist.
A taste of fatality,
It rips through my senses.
It Moves.
Swiftly, taking my hope,
Griping its unyielding fist.
A touch of reality,
It rises through my body.
It knows me.
Slowly, lowering my defense,
Realizing it’s time to exist.
A forge of bonding,
It lives through my pain.
It Sees.
Savagely, perceiving my lies,
Making its raging list.
A chain of disgust,
It lingers through my feelings.
It is me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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