I finish my Last cut as i hope the pain of life wont go on
I hope that this will be the last and final movement of mine
I really don’t think that
That I can do much more time in this place
The bloods coming now
I can still picture you’re, Beautiful, pale face
Minutes now before My Crime is done
Is this a crime to make somebody happy?
I’m laying in it its almost exiting to think that i don’t have to stay here
And they do
This is very little effort for such Accomplishment
I’m feeling weaker now every second
I can remember why I did this
It was you and him two
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thats sad: (. but realy good, its deep. please come read some of my poems too :)