I am awake and crying
as the clock begins to tick
all around me simply smiling
as I deliver my first kick
I'm awake and I am playing
but my games not always loved
give me an excuse to refraining
and so my freedom away I locked
I'm awake and I am lying
from behind a porcelain mask
like everyone else, it is smiling
don't question me, and I wont ask
I'm awake and I am dying
from the ticking of that clock
my dark hair is quickly graying
and my heart has turned to rock
I'm awake and I am crazy
at least that is what they say
I just woke my soul so lazy
that it slept through the better part of day
I'm asleep, finally sleeping
beneath the cold and rich black earth
I'm at peace as I lay rotting
for my life to worms is worth
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I would like to translate this poem
I'm at peace, good one