Empty and careless
Give me a knife
I'll suffer in silence
Live without strive
And when the time comes
For me to go
I will not argue
For peace be with me
And the memory of you
That haunts me so
Will be the last I remember
To it's sweetness surrender
Where death lies sweet
I'll cross the street
And enter the realm of light
But an outcast I am
So I will die
Within the realm of night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem