Dramatic Is The Way Of The Storm.
Lightning And Thunder Against Harm To Hurt.
I Am Born To The Gun.
The One In My Hand.
I Ne3ver Stare Into The Barrel.
The Weapon Is Facing Me.
My Brain Will Surround The Bullet
I Am Lost To My Mind Within A Moon.
I Am Bound To The Stars Which are Stuck Up In The Sky.
The End Will Be My Begining Of The End.
The Bend Is Straight But I Took A Turn.
MY Heart Is Broken.
My Heart Is burning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem