...while i puff..
..that makes me cough...
...when the smoke from my cigarette billows..
...the space between death and me shallows..
..i take puff from my CIGARETTE joyfully..
..He laughs for he has started killing me softly..
..as the mouth of my cigarette becomes brightening red..
..i knowingly poison myself with more doses of lead..
..inhale in deeper my friend ' singay ' says...
..into the darkness my life further grays..
..i know i am heading for my doom...
..that makes me sink into depths of gloom..
..i wail why into this i strayed...
..bring me out of this..Oh Lord! ! ! ..i prayed..
..God lend me your hand if u really exist..
..kill this urge in me that has grown into a beast...
...slay it before it eats me making its feast..
...thats what i beg of you to do at least...
.still in me grows again this ' satanic ' crave...
..show me where do i find my ' grave '...
I really like your poem Rigzin, but remember Satan lives in that smoke and fire Waiting quietly for the weak to expire ``````````````````````````````````````````````````````
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
awesome..beautiful write..the feeling is so well expressed