Blood pours from the clouds,
Staining all that it touches,
Pooling on the ground.
The glint of a blad;
It lights the dark, dreary sky.
A scream pierces the night
As the blood flows freely.
The storm...
No one realizes that the storm
Is inside my mind.
They see it without realizing
That I am the storm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem