With this piece of steel
Pointed at my face.
I can't help but feel,
Scared and out of place.
He leans over me,
Whispers in my ear.
All that I wanted to be
Is swallowed in fear.
I can't even scream...
Somebody please help me!
I'm falling apart at the seams
I hear the bullet, spinning towards me.
All I can do is scream,
As the bullet erases my future.
The pain drives me over the edge.
I hear him walking away.
As I toe the ledge
Of the cliff that will take my life away.
His words spinning in my head
'You're gonna die.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm never really sure about these things. Particularly, their actual purpose. I don't mind admitting that these kind of poems bother me. I'm glad they do, it means I'm still sane. GW62