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Iced fingers caress

Red eyes, pressing them out

As veins don't stop to beat,

As I won't stop to feel cold

Mornings and nights succeed

In 24 Hours of ache

Even the devil is looking at me

Waiting for a fake step.

The season is open.

Our own story

it's just a theatrical drama

The script assigned to us

Made from lying words, dyed with sweat

Many paths crossed on the way

Exclude the return to origins

To slaught the will it's ardous

But easier than death

Care

Feel

Stand

Just one more time

The sorrow you invoked

Breathe

This December's night

Running through the gallery

To the end of this

Empty Life