The dark grey road is glistening
in the late midnight rain.
I am feeling weak, 
But I am still standing, 
waiting for the last bus to Hell.
Look, Dad, I told you I 'd been listening; 
I followed your trail through the terrain.
You deceived me, 
Denied me every blessing -
see me now, 
Boarding the last bus to Hell.
Defiance was my only tool, 
in spite of what you told me to, 
I defied every single rule.
I am on the last bus to Hell, 
Dad, it's too late to save me now.
I am among their rotting carcasses, 
I am singing their tortured songs.
Now, I know you never knew the answer, 
that I was fated to this somehow.
I have thrown away my crutches, 
I know where my soul belongs.
I am on the last bus to Hell, Dad, 
take a look at your darling dear! 
I stand here as your ill fated son
and its destiny's revenge that you will fear.
Date: 11 th October 2008                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    