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The cold rocks of this forest

No longer hide the blood from my wrists

The snow covered trees print the red of my body

The rain of flakes freeze my arms

And prevent me from hugging

My own destruction has buried me in this icy coffin

Only winter understands the coldness of my heart

This has become too difficult and this is my way out

Run away from me through

Of my pagan dreams of existence

Ending my life and going back to where I came from

Hellish phrases will devastate my funeral

Be alive to boast me when i'm dead

Please be alive when i'm dead