Think for yourself like
a god, and question me without
losing your cool. A pain after a pain-
After a wound. I want to go
titanic. Wish me a rose. Why do you ask
disturbingly about the price of honesty?
Were you true to yourself
while feeding others? Talking with black
moon? Will your truth survive without religion?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem