Flashing dots of dried pain
Cutting slices until I am all drained
In the end it never does seem to end
Bombarded Bi thoughts that I can't defend
A rudderless ship stuck in dry sand
Ashen ghost floating as long as it can
Dots and spots fade away in the wind
As into death I slowly start to blend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem