as i sit in my throne
in the corner all alone
and i think about the things
that are simply now gone
trying to blame this
on someone else
but looking in the mirror
and seeing my self
now im ready to die
with a knife to my throat
laying on an alter
like a sacrificed goat
this is the end
of all that i know
beginning to live
is the end of my life
flash backs in my head
are flying like rockets
exploding with power
sounding like trumpets
i see her smile
and my flash backs stop
frozen in time
she makes me
not want to die
so i look at myself
as i reach for the needle
shooting the pain
in the vane in the middle
what seems like forever
it finally hits me
and once again
i sit in my throne
in the corner all alone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem