I said at last
Just what I feel.
Thorn the word!
I feel (wellcome!)
Sweet the tear...
Blade the truth!
My ego falls,
Mess am I now.
Blow the sacrifice!
My sweet reward
His great triumph...
Squall the guilt!
For our fatal
final game
Nike the defeat!
Wasted now...
I'm so redeemed!
Breathing the love!
And if it hurts more...
What if it kills me?
Drug the oblivion!
I said at last
Just what I feel.
Silence! Calm!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem