I feel as though I’m dissipating
From the pain of suffocating
The thought of death is so inviting
Why don’t I put it in writing?
Tell the whole world what I have to say
And tell the people who have to pay..
'I give you my soul to keep,
This is the last time I weep,
Weep from my arms to my eyes,
Can’t you hear my cries? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem