The last page
((Marks the end))
The end of ends
((Even when eveything is dead))
You hope for a flare of life
((Not an end))
Oh, sweet pain.
((Oh, savior, where are you now?))
When I'm about to die.
((When I'm about to die))
It's the end
((Of course))
The pain is bearable
((But still painful))
I'm so lonely
((Why do I have to die alone?))
So alone.
((You aren't here. Why))
This will be the record.
((Because))
This page
((Marks the end))
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The way you wrote this is very inspiring. Kinda like... skitzophenia. lol liked it: D