Put me to sleep in the quietness of dreams
where shadows of past caress my soul
Please don't wake me up again
I want to lay in the peace of my own sorrows
Cut all the strings that ever attached me to you
because the pain has taken away the joy of dying from me
Allow me to leave silently for
roaring within me are many storms calling your name
Place my death stone over a barren land
where no dreams shall dare to grow nor pains appear
Sew all sorrows in my shroud to be buried with me
and cover my lifeless body with pearls of broken dreams
Carry me like a queen's throne after the victory
where upon the crowds of my enemies pray for me
Set all the moments that we spent together on fire
for after I am gone, no one will water them
Pay debts to my soul's mate as
no end can define what he was to me
Shall I ask for the last wish to be true?
kiss me good bye and let me die in the arms of my executioner!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really, It's a nice poem. But I want to know which kinds of devils who can do this to you.