I have been running through the open fields of cold snow for to long.
My body blue from the fierce winds
My heart and mind tired from the open sores
My skin shivering
I feel nothing
It's to cold to feel
And right before I fall into the snowy nihilistic void
You caught me
And told me I'd never be cold again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem