As I sit in this dark room
With nothing around but cruel coldness
I rise my lighter up and burn my dunhill
To make it the only thing shining in emptiness
What is the point of smiling?
If the only fake thing here is happiness
God, if this is the plane
Then I shall smoke this sickness
And feel it running through my lungs
Let my heart be lost in this mess
To be dead and spiritless
Haunted by loveless nights and sadness
As I stare at ashes of an ending sob story
Where are those people who called me moody?
You got me wrong, I'm a person who's unhappy
As I see the fire of the death killing me slowly
Breath after a breath, I forget how lonely
My heart is, hollowed and empty
As the grey smoke faded silently
Walls stopped hearing the screams of me
The shouts of an unknown pain inside of me
My dried eyes has finally broke into tears
Heavy waterfalls from both cheeks
Oh this is what my dunhill fears
dropp after a drop, it fades away
The flame of my black yesterday
It drops on the tip, and the smoke begin to vanish
And the sour showed up again
The bitterness, my very best friend
Did you miss me? Darkness here you are again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
loneliness and darkness together are worst things in the worls