The coldness chilled my bones,
The darkness wouldn’t let me see.
Evilness, just wouldn’t let me be.
I always try to run away,
But it holds me back,
And makes me stay.
I’m always being fallowed,
I’m always being watched.
Than they decide to kick it up a notch.
They haunt my house,
And they hound my dream.
Things aren’t always how it seems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem