Why does death follow me?
Never letting me out of its sight,
Keeping me close, holding me tight
I can't struggle, I can't escape,
Forever in an embrace, of a Skeletons hold,
Listening to deaths every word,
As if its that of a beautiful song,
Death lifts his Scyth, to my throat,
Tells me to 'stop, ' he says 'lets have some fun, '
Death like life is a game, so simple?
win to lose...and lose to win.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem