I just wanted the truth
I will never knew why
I guess I will never know even when I die
Maybe
As I'm reaped ill see the truth in the reflection on the scythe
As death takes me out of the unforgiving world
In to another one
My own hell
Just another one like this one
Hopefully a little better than this ones
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem