The answer is simple you see. You ask what I would do, what I could possibly be thinking. At the back of my mind I always knew what to do. Its in my blood. In my DNA that i will not live past this day you see. For the days allotted to I are numbered down to nonfood I am done with this world you see. This world as equally is finished with me. For what more can I ruin. What else can I take, besides the life of a wasted soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem