Alone again in the endless time
I guess I ask for my only friend
To be a pen and piece of paper
To draw what I can and to make up
for all the things that I do wrong
Why do no one understand me
Why is my life so turned around
I hate myself, I want it to end,
A releigion is the only thing holds me here.
Though what is it that I feel now?
That it doesn't matter with my fear
To die at the door of this horrored place.
Take this knife and let the pain flow
From this wound I'll lick the sweet nector
Of lifes everlasting liquid
it flashes before me
The life I thought of all this time
What a boring thing it was
one death after another
I wrap the wound with a bit of cloth
And whisper 'I will stay
Till time it is for me to save
The others in this worlds own cuts'
And I sleep.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem