Leaving your
nakedness behind
you run into the rain
you run into the rain
and it soaks you
to the bone
soaks you to the bone
your brain
begins to freeze
as the ice
starts to fall
you see people of
every kind
just pictures
on the wall
you hate yourself
so much
and you are tortured
by the pain
you are just
the living dead
and you run
you run into the rain
you run into the rain!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem