Poeme : Die

I’m already died…
I’m the death…
The true death…

And my heart is broken. .
My heart is crying
But the tears
Are tears of blood…

They were not alleviating
They were just there. .
To wound somebody. .
And he fall in the dark. .

The blood is flowing on my arm. .
It’s so beautiful !
Why do I see that it is so beautiful ? !
Am I crazy ? !
If yes, I love that !
Not just like, no, I LOVE, realy love
In the depths of my body,
In my heart, in all my heart
I love this sensation !

Its color is so attractive
I can’t detach the eyes of it.
My blood is so clear, so pale
Is it a new blood who just exit of my heart ?

I would like to be asleep for always,
Forever,
For an eternal rest,
To have finally peace !

Peace of myself,
I hate myself,
So much that I can’t live with me,
Myself,
So I decide to die,

When I will be Somewhere*
I hope I will be an angel,
’Cause I will help my friends, my love.
For the rest of their life,
Forever…

iεm alʁəadi djε…
iεm tə dəat…
tə tʁy dəat…

ɑ̃d mi əaʁ is bʁɔkɛ̃.
mi əaʁ is kʁiiŋ
byt tə təaʁ
aʁə təaʁz- ɔf blud…

te wəʁə no alvjatiŋ
te wəʁə ʒyst təʁə.
to wund sɔməbɔdi.
ɑ̃d ə fal ɛ̃ tə daʁk.

tə blud is flɔwiŋ ɔ̃ mi aʁm.
itεs so botifyl !
wi do i si ta it is so botifyl ? !
am i kʁazi ? !
if iεs, i lɔvə ta !
no ʒyst likə, no, i lɔvə, ʁəali lɔvə
ɛ̃ tə dεptz- ɔf mi bɔdi,
ɛ̃ mi əaʁ, ɛ̃ al mi əaʁ
i lɔvə ti sɑ̃sasjɔ̃ !

its kɔlɔʁ is so atʁaktivə
i kante dətak tə εjz- ɔf it.
mi blud is so kləaʁ, so palə
is it a nεw blud wo ʒyst εɡzi ɔf mi əaʁ ?

i wuld likə to bə aslip fɔʁ alwε,
fɔʁəve,
fɔʁ ɑ̃ ətεʁnal ʁεst,
to-avə finali pəasə !

pəasə ɔf mizεlf,
i-atə mizεlf,
so myk ta i kante livə wit mə,
mizεlf,
so i dəsidə to di,

wɛ̃ i wij bə sɔmεwəʁə asteʁiskə
i ɔpə i wij bə ɑ̃ ɑ̃ʒεl,
kozə i wij εlp mi fʁjɛ̃d, mi lɔvə.
fɔʁ tə ʁεst ɔf tεʁ lifə,
fɔʁəve…