Drifting along
Feeling no pain.
The warmth of the lake
Am I going insane?
The fires they burn
Along the shore in my mind.
The voices call out my name
Is this a sick game?
The waves push me along
All warm and so safe
My mind all a muddle and never to clear
Forcing me into darkness… To just disappear.
I hear a knock knocking
Is it inside my head?
I open my eyes blood on the floor
Razor in my hand lying next to the bed.
I close my eyes
Feel pain no more
Just let me die
Before you open the door.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow... thats deep... too deep... deeper than I can dig... nice poem... very sad... make wonder...