Sunshine, moonlight
Everything is out of sight
My vision is blurry
Like the air on a cloudy day
Is it society that punishes me?
Or maybe I'm stuck at the bottom of the sea
Should I take a blade
And slit my wrists?
Or is it all too late
It's all for the fun
Or should i end it all with a gun?
A tear rolls down my face
As my heart begins to race
The pleasure of blood in my grasp
I'm not sure this can last
I'm sorry to the people I love
I have to see my gather up above
I think I've had enough
The world around me is much too tough
My life has come to an end
Where I'll never wake again
I'll lay in my bed
Oh how I love the color red.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem