I can see the,
Death of the dream,
I can feel the,
Burnt of the sun...! ! !
No..no..you didn't get mee...! !
The pressure is high,
Demons on road,
It'zz the funny-feeling,
Or, that i'm affected with PSYCHOSIS..! ! !
YEAH..It'zz true,
Hard to believe,
I have been CURSED,
Or, the PILLS affecting mee..! ! !
I BELIEVE...MY FATE IS A JERK,
I BELIEVE...MYSELF ADDICTED TO THE PAIN,
I CAN'T TAKE THIS FEELING ANYMORE,
I REALIZE...
IT'ZZ JUST THE BEND,
NOT THE LIFE-END..! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
pain is what teaches where we are always....brings out, inner of us!