Why does always feel like I'm dying.
There she goes again crying.
Tears of joy, Tears of pain, Tears to drive you insane.
An emotional powerless sensation.
Why does, oh why does it always feel like dying.
Turned inside out the body screams to shout.
Fighting every single doubt.
Like visions to the flame.
Watch everything burn.
It's my city of fire, my city of desire.
Tell me one time why is it I still feel like dying.
Salt to a slug.
Shriveled up then just gone.
Then a dark cloudy rain comes.
As if to remind no escape will be so easy.
A measure to the maddness or maybe it just an over abundance of saddness.
An over extended yawn that is constant.
Always why always do I just feel like I'm dying
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem