I have thoughts to kill
So I take another pill
Someday the truth will spill
I awake in the sky
I start to fly
Then I look down
To see that everyone
Starts to cry
Usually not to see them sigh
I stop to fly
But now I decide to stay in the sky
Where I’m higher than high
I wish to God that I die
Then I will say my last goodbyes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Chyna, Do you believe Death is an end to a beauty in life or do you see death is a supra beauty beyond life. That you in your careless flight looks for a freedom from this life. The tune is grave pls. you are very young and you also see that life is so wonderful. I like the merits of this poem.