I enjoyed the silence,
of your last breath.
I came wearing red,
to celebrate your death.
You are as useless here,
as you were in your life.
Now I can breath,
and be rid of your strife.
You can't go elsewhere,
don't even try.
You're nothing but air,
up in the sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem