I Wake Up In The Morning,
And I Think I'll Blow My Brains Into the Ceiling,
Then When The Fragments Of My Skull Begins To Fall,
It Falls On Your Tounge,
Like Pixie Dust,
Just Think Happy Thoughts,
And We'll Fly Home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i give it a 5 started out great but at the end it confused me it was a dark suicide then you say think happy thoughts and fly home i just didnt think that worked well with the wrest of the poem