Trapped in this queer
Looking contraption
Buttons upon gadgets
Electronic maps
Coordinate us through
This traffic
There's a static
Ambience passing
Nothing more than
An ambulance
Full of tragically
Fading dreams teetering
On the edge of what
We call reality
I can hear the darkness
Screaming obscenities
I'm listening and fading
Craving To leave it all
Behind but my body lying
There's never looked so good
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem