The day I died
I withered inside
I cried out in pain
Waiting to be slain
The day I died
I didn’t hide
I waited for the door’s soft light
Only to be met with his evil might
The day I died
It was with out any pride
I might have been saved
If it weren’t for the misery I paved
The day I died
Hell sighed
'The day I died Hell sighed' WOW! ! do you know how many different meanings there could be in that? very good... ilyy x3, mill
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Millie's right, that was masterfully penned.