Broken, he cries,
Struggles and dies,
Tears out his eyes,
Lord of the Flies.
Mended, he’s free,
No struggle to be,
Found what I need,
Safe to be me.
The long fight against pain,
Stood screaming in the rain.
Black heart begins to heal,
At the pure elation that I feel!
She came, she saved the day,
In the rain I hold her and sway!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem