Sometime it's hard for me to admit.
That my life is a sugar coated piece ov sh*t.
I've been pushed aside,
and stept on.
I don't think anyone will give a f*ck if I'm gone.
I'll leave this world with no sign ov excistance,
Cuz when I die I'll show no sign ov resistence.
Take my life,
Throw me down.
Bury me 12 feet underground.
That way I can't come back some day.
Cuz if I do then you will pay.
I'll slit your throat,
And goudge out your eye.
Cut off your wings,
So you can't fly.
Then I'll let you're heart meet my knife.
You're death will forfill my strife.
Listen to the Archangel ring the bell.
I'll meet you at the gates ov hell...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem