As the rain falls
As my blood falls
staining with its evil red drop
As the lightning makes its mark on the ski
As the thunder gives his presence to the world
As the wound makes its mark on my skin
As the cut sends a pain to my body
blood keeps dripping
so does the rain
the bleeding stop
the storm dies
my blood
my storm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sweet poem.............. :)