Deep sleep
Eyes bleed
Motionless movement
Lost in the deep
A place for my mind to weep
Sanity, I strive to keep
Throughout this maze I do creep
Cover of darkness
Im all alone
Time to atone
Have some backbone
Face fire and brimstone
Looking for the milestone
Give it to me monotone
Or even as an overtone
Struggling....crumbling
Tumbling over dead souls
Tasting fate in spoonfuls
Warm, bitter; the taste of blood
Forced to drink by the devils brood
AWAKE....
What a dream....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tasting fate in spoonfulls thoughtfull words...nice poem... check out my poem too...comment/vote...your view....