Lost and bound...in thoughts of self torture,
in ones miserable mind...reasons lost, as i send myself...to slaughter.
Reduced to this...a quivering, mental wreck,
a mind collapsed... onto this pathetic, useless neck.
Worth of nothing, that others do see,
is the worth... that sadly, helps destroy me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem