There's a noose around my neck,
And the rope is pulling tighter.
My time isn't infinite,
I know that now.
There's a gun to my head,
And a finger on the trigger.
My brain will soon be no more,
I know that now.
There's a knife to my wrist,
And I hold the handle.
My life will drain away,
I want this now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A really sad poem, I hope you don't truly believe that. But I like it.