The Speech Of Your Foreign Tongue Soothes Thy Soul.
The Wheel Is Spun.
My Day Will Come.
As The Wheel Turns, I See Your Eyes Roll.
Looking As If Your Dead, I Read The Thoughts In Your Head.
I Cannot Dought The Things You Hear.
But Once You Hear Me Say The Truth, Its Them You Will Fear.
Calling Calling Out The Soothing Sound Of Your Voice
This Is No Longer You Choice.
You Must Stay With Me Until The End My Dear.
I Whisper Into Your Ear.
Sorrow Bleak From Surprise.
I Die In Those Lonely Eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem