Nostalgia

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 s**t 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