Kill me.
Kill me now.
Take me from this world of insanity.
The clock ticks on the wall.
I can't take it anymore.
I want out.
Trapped.
Behind these walls of hell.
To many enforcers.
Outside / Home.
Where I long to be.
I dream of that hour.
Satan screams.
Time to move.
But I'm still here.
I'm starving.
I'm tired.
I can't go on much longer.
One final hour left.
Its down to the last one.
Satan screams again.
I now am free.
Free to do what I want.
But... there's always tomorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem