My death is near.
Its on its way to me.
when now Im dragged down.
To hell with life
To hell with people who think I should live.
To hell with the lot.
Razor slicing in
Slicing deeper and deeper in my flesh.
Blood spurting
Blood pouring.
Now life is sweet
I ll have no worries now
Now im gone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I hope you're gone to write another poem. As poets we all need to express ourselves... when we're feelin' bad and also when we hit the lottery. I attempt to live well... 'cause I know its near, I honestly hope I'm alittle bit closer to the beginning though... which I don't know..