I feel forgotten by no one but myself
The fault lies in me
And I think I'll go hang myself
Briskly from a tree
Along the way
Passing people left and right
No one would even notice me
Not even my fight for life
A dead Gothic tree it is
A perfect suiting for me
I throw the rope over a branch
As the pain comes on like an avalanche
My body twisting in a seizure
Shaking and wobbling
Everything now is fading
And my life has been nothing
My vision blacks out
And slowly I'm dying
The wind blows me back and forth
From this dead tree is were I swing
good write, but I think you might have created it having too much New Year's champagne... it can't be that bad... world is beautiful and everything's gonna be all right...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love dark gothic poems i wright them myself very good