A roar of tornado
is coming near
I can't tell you from where
whirling back sad refrain
I hate so well
I hid before in nowhere
away from golden shore
living life full of darkness
missing hopeful sun rise
every day was storm
tears were my twin nightmares
singing sad refrain
until i stuck here forever
escaping away from that abandoned pier
playing a new fresh refrain
then now
roaring tornado
coming back again
I can't tell yet from where
rehearsing my heart-aching song
a lonesome music
I hate so well
If ever you get me
the license to kill
I'll cock one bullet
hitting fatal head
of that unknown stage performer
who whirls back
my hated refrain
so I can tell you now
from where
*written while listening, 'leader of the band'
performed by nobody 05/06/09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
of that unknown stage performer who whirls back my hated refrain so I can tell you now from where... unpredictable tragedy..... vivid description and eye catching thoughts... i praise it...10 read mine bullet proof and mother as well as papa do u know and papa u too.