Nocturnal Depression Nostalgia

BLACK FOLK And once again despair is kissing me With her cold ghostly lips My own destruction is leading me to my grave That I digged for many times And once again I m becoming a spectral thought Forgotten, sad, miserable st As I fall into the black spheres among lonely memories You ve broken us, piece by piece The score of my soundtrack is written by blood Music of suicide written in red I did it myself, my wrists are also opened And like my tears, it s cascading Everything has been lost behind us On my kness, hands on my face The sun is appearing into the spring morning Where I m lying there s just nothing than my dust Now you don t care about him You live on the other side of feelings But our February snow is now covering my lifeless body