The dark grey road is glistening
in the late midnight rain.
I am feeling weak,
But I am still standing,
waiting for the last bus to Hell.
Look, Dad, I told you I 'd been listening;
I followed your trail through the terrain.
You deceived me,
Denied me every blessing -
see me now,
Boarding the last bus to Hell.
Defiance was my only tool,
in spite of what you told me to,
I defied every single rule.
I am on the last bus to Hell,
Dad, it's too late to save me now.
I am among their rotting carcasses,
I am singing their tortured songs.
Now, I know you never knew the answer,
that I was fated to this somehow.
I have thrown away my crutches,
I know where my soul belongs.
I am on the last bus to Hell, Dad,
take a look at your darling dear!
I stand here as your ill fated son
and its destiny's revenge that you will fear.
Date: 11 th October 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem