i'm the 1
who cant relax
cant slow down
this blunt edged axe
i'm the part
been fried and lacquered
went right at it
like nothing else mattered
i'm the shadow
that plays in your mind
empty room when
there's no one to find
i'm the reason
part of the choice
chosen by votes
no one will voice
i'm the wire
the trouble that is
jumps in your motor
with a hit and a miss
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem. Thanks a lot for sharing this poem. Really touching