Flowers on a grave.
Fake and real.
This death was no fake it was all but real.
The ground above people sit and cry.
The ground below where my body lays.
I see you cry I dont want you to.
I'm happy I'm free.
As tears stream from your soul.
Please remember I planned it this way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem