Who am I in your eye?
Wheres my name in the sky?
What happens when I die?
How many truths are lies?
Am I Death resting on End?
Can I ever start again?
Con the Out ever be In?
Please, tell me where to begin!
I am not Death
I am not Life.
I will not rest
I will not strike.
i will not ever be in pain,
because I can't..don't play your game.
I am not free, nor a slave;
I just have yet to be made.
So...Who am I?
I am, that guy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem