I wake up dead!
I wake up dead!
Clouds hang low
and the sky is red.
I wake up dead!
I wake up dead!
Shovel my grave
and make my bed.
I wake up dead!
I wake up dead!
But the voices,
alive in my head.
I wake up dead!
I wake up dead!
Clouds hang low
and rip off my head.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank God you woke up at last. Nice poem with deep meaning. Kudos