What are you doing here
I told you to go get out
Go on scram
Now to deal with you
I can see the neon light from the takeaway flashing
Telling me you have to go
Get up were going to the top
I Hook the hook from my rod through you’re lips
Just like a fish i watch you skirm
I drag you up the fire escape
Stand behind the railings
Hold you over and drop
My Witness is gone
No pain no gain right
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I dont know why when i started to read this, the emotion of 'fallen' and anger burn me, guess it comes from your poem..means it was a good write even i dont know what you really feel :) _Unwritten Soul