He buzzes as He flies that demon fly
He mocks me watching me dead in the eye
cant catch me! cant catch me! He taunts to me
He flys on my counter top then to the TV
I watch it closey-as he mingles with his hands
I get the newspaper as i slowly stand
'Todays the day that you die my friend'
'Its been nice knowing you but right now- you end'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem