i talk to you day in and day out
i see you in hell everday
he took you away and i need you back so i take the only thing
i can find....gun, razar, pill, what about the hanging by a rope.
were's that danm rope oh well, the razor hurts to bad
pill nice and easy, will they come vist me oh god never
so i will go in hell for what you done to me my uncle and you will have to go to............
like me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmm...interesting...liked it.