Your darkened soul, your blackened heart
Always said torture is kind of art
But now i am dying, fun is gone
Why your leaving, please help me to go on
bleeding to death, on sands of time
you never considered this could be a crime
my hope is lost, my sanity too
you are all that i woo
now i am alone, solitary on my own
looking for place i could call home
my life lost purpose, all is in vain
sooner or later, i will be found slain
but before i go on endless trip
be certain i wont loosen my grip
i will fight for you or any other
cos i need to keep my head sober
One by one you add another holes
from lover to torturer you switched roles
crying over my ruptured heart
your laughing that's just a start
anguish, soreness, agony
for you its ceremony
i close my eyes, clear my head
killing you inside, now your dead
no more pain, we finished your game
thou i am the only one to blame
i once believed your wicked smiles
and i was slid behind you for 7 miles
but now its over, i have won
i am free, so now begone
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I would like to translate this poem
no more pain, WE? finished your game thou i am the only one to blame i once believed your wicked smiles and i was slid behind you for 7 miles but now its over, i have won i am free, so now begone Tomas Sekanina