Don't knock, don't scream
No one hears
Aussault the walls
before they strike first
Isolation slowly turns into your burial
Sloth is as fatal as the poison of the snake
Taking a nap is a risc
'cause this coffin could be yours to claim
And this could be the last place your heart beats in
outside of me!
I'm not dieing here!
I'll eat led!
Led walls!
At least I try,
somewhat....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem