I clinch my quicksand hope,
but it starts to slip,
through my broken fingers,
till the hourglass flips!
If there's a God out there,
he would kill me right now!
I'd crawl into his arms,
but I wouldn't bow down!
I'm in the sun's spotlight,
swimming through the desert.
Drowning in my sandpit,
my act was haphazard!
If there's a God out there,
he would kill me right now!
I'd crawl into his arms,
but I wouldn't bow down!
The blue skies turn crimson;
The mirage becomes real.
Nature's still undefeated;
I have a death to steal!
Excuse me...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem