I don't know what to do
I feel already shot and dead
Walking on these empty lonley pavements
I walk with chains on my
Hands and feet
I will never be free
I have been cursed a life of hell.
I can only punish myself
For what I've done
So i burn my skin
To the point of raw indentation.
I sing 'til tears blind my vision
I beat myself 'til i black out
What is wrong with me?
I lie here on the ground
Strung up in the game of love
Im its puppet
And im locked up in a sound proof
Chamber, no one notices me
No one can love me
For i am a waste of time and space.
Therefore if death comes upon me
Who shall notice when
I take these last few steps
Into the light that shines beyond me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem