They are a pack of wolves.
I am their prey.
They approach. They attack.
They haul me away.
They are a flock of crows.
They pierce me with their crimson eyes.
They're malicious and breath only lies.
They are a swarm of bugs.
They're small enoug to crawl under my skin.
Deadly enough to rip my flesh from within.
They can be a bear, a snake, or a shark.
They are mother & father of the house
Queen and King of the dark.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem