This road I walk is my psycho-path,
long list of names my aftermath.
There is no voice inside my head,
that tells me someone should be dead.
Maybe its the hat and shoes,
maybe some are born to lose.
I could be your best of friend,
neighbor, boss or next of kin.
I could be standing next to you,
contemplating what to do.
I choose my style to please your flesh,
I feel relief with your last breath.
Because of me you've no more pain,
and to my list I add your name.
I feel relief with your last breath. Because of me you've no more pain, and to my list I add your name. good lines... they make me grin ear to ear. I love it when you write like that its always so Damn good. good job. PYT
wow another great poem I love the story and lines great job
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Incredibly disturbing, well done :)