It would be poetic, wouldn\'t it?
To bleed out in the rain
Blood falling like droplets
Mixing with the dirty rain water
And reminding me of my uncleanliness.
It would be beautiful, right?
To connect with the young me
Who would have danced in the rain
And laughed--it would be lovely to do
The same and smile as I lay down to rest.
It would be magical, don\'t you think?
To cry like the rain
And slowly lose my vision
As I get so tired and comfortable
Following little me to the other side.