Hope awaits only for a kiss,
but not today.
Not today.
Today...
I'm all you wanted me to be (yesterday) .
Finaly!
I made it.
Here in front of you
I am death.
I left you a trail
to my poems
to really see me,
all my pieces,
dreams and nightmares.
They're yours
on a silver plate.
They were always yours.
Smile
and be happy for me.
I don't need love anymore.
I don't need you.
I am free,
I am done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem