Scorpions
Scorpions
Night, just sleeping in a dream of land
Thousand of eyes look at me, evil kinds
My heart beats, I can’t breathe, swelter
My eyes opened. Death’s smile arriving
My room was full of scorpions, all looked at me
Slowly they climbed at me and covered me.
This is the last memory from my life. Goodbye.
The smell of death became fog, a cloud my life
Goodby life
Goodbye Life!
‘You are welcome here!’
Greeted me my Satan.
Copyright © Vilmos Zoltan Galyo | Year Posted 2024
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