I'm a walking corpse,
nocturnal creature,
exhausted in the human world,
existing to savor life's cruelty..
abandoned with dreams
died but not buried...
ridden the agony of depression,
combusted with frustration..
sober with scrutiny of people...
a lame writer..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i must disagree with the last line. your a great writer. and may your dreams be fullfilled, not abandoned. nice piece!