Revolver in my hand,
to wake-up from this nightmare.
A nightmare that put me alone.
A nightmare that vexed my soul deep within.
Pull the trigger says Heart,
to dissolve into the oblivion.
A limbo land for all the suffered.
A limbo land with ecstasy of heaven.
Pull your self says my conscience,
So aloud and So persuading,
a fleeting sunshine of my dark life.
Anguish and converse of phantoms every night.
Like a candle that burns away light, all night.
And each day my voice went mute into Hell.
In the silence of the night.
I aimed at my Heart.
Nightmare.Nightmare.Nightmare.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem