enjoy your memories while they last
for they won't be there forever
soon you'll make new ones to forget the past
but in a failed attempt die and be reborn into a new person
and when you die you shall live for the first time,
taste your own blood and cry, wake up from a dream to see a pool of blood your girlfriend beside you lying, no twitching you peacfully end her life and begin yours anew your new soul is darker than ever you stand and look at your tattered clothes you feel different somehow
you run around kill and make your new memories
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I would like to translate this poem
its very interesting that u use death in such terms.