It cold, cold, very very cold
with darkness surrounds on my heart
I look for reasons not to become darkend
But what comes is to not to be awakend
My dark and joyless life
When I think of me, do I choose
Darkness or the knife.
I look for many days an opening
came to look and found an earlier day morning.
but only black blood come out of my arm
that is when I know that no one was alarmed
I looked at the dark blood and saw nothing
so that made me feel in my life like I was only suffering
But when I wanted to wake , my eyes didnt open
So then I knoew that my life had went into extinction.
