Where am I...
I cant find my way...
Through this mist...
At what point do you insist...
Directions for this texture...
Its as smooth as a babys bottom...
If I wouldve Known, I wouldve caught him...
But somehow I got slaughtered...
Now I will never know...
If he even bothered...
To send for me...
But now I know...
That I am dead...
I wonder what wouldve happened...
If I never wouldve got in his bed....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem