Walking down the dark alley
Cool breeze coming upon my face
I walk into the empty room with shattered glass
I sit in the corner
My lonely but soothing time of relief
I wonder on and on about life
Till I lose myself in my own thoughts
My heart on fire
Trying to quench it
Trying to distinguish bad from good
Slowly and painfully I lay there
Killing myself mentally
My wounds are now bandaged
But they will never be healed.
I walk out with that tune still in my head.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow, your bringing apon the time of dark peoms, awesome X3 ~Kerli