With a cigarette in my lip,
I blow in the smokes,
I become ash in the ashtray,
I see the fall of my life,
Slowly, gradually, Steadily,
How life gets it's ending,
How a man looses in darkness,
Every day I feel it!
It's an experiment,
Where I am a Guinea pig,
And I am the scientist.
And I am really enjoying this,
This deadly game with myself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a killing game which very well expressed