in hope to burn out quickly
light this candle @ both ends
feels like slowly slipping under
like a diver with the bends
once i shot, and killed a little bird
and then i felt so bad
kept thinking maybe she was the only
little angel, i have ever never had
still i try speak in silence
with these two eyes staring out
even tho as you look right @ me
only to see Your Self come out
to use me up completely
and walk off really high
leave me here head hanging
to watch my flowers die
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem