The most obvious escape,
lays in wait.
Resist its call?
A pointless debate.
So sweetly it takes you.
So quickly it makes you.
Numbing our emotion,
Till we are soulless devotions.
The end of all pain
A fake freedom you gain
Released from your grave
Another fix you will crave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem