Headlights slice through the night,
Sightless eyes in cold steel flesh
Blind to the twisted metal
Uncaring of glass shards and slick blood
Amid the wreckage lies a broken body
Bloody, trapped in a cold steel cage
Covered in razor-edged glass jewels,
His watching eyes begin to glaze
9 cars have driven by
1 life is in your hands
1 death is sure to come
Will you? Or won't you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem