Death is just a second away
blood drippin on the floor
while your lyin there slowly slippin away
slippin away from the
broken world you call a home
slippin away from the pain
and hate that
has been caused
but then you see someone tryin to help
but its already to late the bullets been
smoked and the bloods been lost
and the life has been taken and the
last good-byes have been said
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem