Death is the angel of identity.
The truest of the four horsemen,
He plans to tell you of me,
After I'm gone. But only then,
Can the secrets of my life be revealed.
But do you really give a damn?
At the end of my life, I will be healed.
In my mind, I'll know who I am.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem