Get silence in your head,
And then set the voices free,
Live in permanent despair,
Misery is too happy.
Submit to solitude,
And then listen to your minds,
It's a one-way holiday,
Sanity is left behind.
Death is catching up
With the voices in your head.
You'll be sorry when they're gone,
Then you'll know you're really dead.
It's the only way to know;
No more voices in your brain.
They don't like to talk to ghosts,
Meditate,
Sit and wait to be born again......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice writing, keep it up.