Presure presure
Push me down
Six feet into
Stone-cold ground
Water water
fill my lungs
I'm finished with
The song I sung
Fire fire 
Purify
Burn away the
Tears I cry
Bottle bottle 
Drown my thoughts
I fall but I will
Not be caught
Bullet bullet 
Blow my mind
And maybe peace
Is what I'll find                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    