Feb 24
To rain it falls,
Gently pouring on my head.
My arms ,
Drenched in blood.
Voices ,
Come and flee.
Cold and rigid,
Like my body.
For waters,
They weep.
As do others ,
For me.
Gently pouring on my head.
My arms ,
Drenched in blood.
Voices ,
Come and flee.
Cold and rigid,
Like my body.
For waters,
They weep.
As do others ,
For me.
