One bulb left in the ceiling lamp and a dead bug
looks back at me
The yellow glare strares and a hum from the radio
so into the wall I bleed
Disgusted with smoke and these pills don't work
ciggarettes have lost their fun
There's only one thing that I want right now
but I can't fall alseep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem