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A quiet scream slashing into the fictitious silence

My frosty scream

Am I still alive?

Or I'm already dead?

I feel still too much things

But less than I can be alive

Endless birth and life

It was take on me one and one thousand wounds

Every breath fissures into my spirit

An other frosty screaming

Blood splashing from my mouth

Bleeding from thousand and thousand wounds

In the dungeon of the eternity

I'm already not alive for a long time

But I'm not dead yet

I'm dying

Searching for the riddance

My bloody body and bloodier soul

It is slowly get chill

I'm getting nearer to be dead

Maybe it's the last frosty screaming