HOW DO YOU ESCAPE SADNESS & GLOOM?
LIVING IN DARKNESS WHERE SUNLIGHT CAN NO LONGER ENTER THE ROOM
HATES LEAVES A WOUND
INFANTS EXIT THE WOMB
WHEN YOU THINK ABOUT THIS WORLD IT WILL ALL BE CONSUMED
LOCKED IN A TOMB
FOSSILS & SKELETONS
NOTHINGS IRREVELANT
THE IRONY IS THE SMALL CHILD WILL SLAY THE ELEPHANT
PLAY IN THE DIRT
LAY IN THE HURT
LOVERS DESERT THEIR OWN AFFAIR
IF YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT YOURSELF WHY SHOULD WE CARE?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem