falling in darkness away from my soul, seeing the light imagining how my preexistence was, entering the light now i m free.
feeling like an old person in his final, dealing with dull memories of my life, to dust i shall return.
transcending my bygone glory, far from dishonour away from hatred, i survived.
the wind is shaking the cold is bitting, i was hoping you’d take me away with you, where have you gone my little leaves ?
metal bleak creations, shaped as tombstones, are swallowed by the cold.