Tonight i will take my own life.
raise the bar a little, and see
how red this blood is.tonight
i will wolow in this pain, bath
myself in it, and curse this
plight with my mouth and hands,
tonight i shall see if theres a
bright light or a tunnel with
ghost and demons, tonight
the fat lady sings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
scary thoughts...... it's wallow not wolow but it made me smile anyhow.....your spelling is very funny......your poems play with death as though it is reversable...it isn't, remember that, we each have 1 life...live it! It's a gift.