As the razor edged blade slit his arm
As the blood trcikled down
He knew this was his last night
His last fight,
His last sight
Of this brutal world
On the floor,
With his arms stretched out
Under a puddle of blood
He lay dying with a smile.
His pain inside forever will be gone
And he will be on his way home.
For life to him was a hell
And death, he thought will take him to heaven.
'And death, he 'thought' will take him to heaven.'...i liked this line...a kinda uncertainty.. asma..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
to slit mind and bleed one's pain out, this way...good piece here, anoop...i give you an encouraging ten