I won’t live anymore
It will be the last day
death’s number is four.
Counting, I’ll go away
And this doesn’t matter
Falling stars or falling me
In the final broken fetters
everyone knows the last fee
Bloody rivers seem so cute
knife has reached my vein’s roots
Nightmares were my favor dreams
I cannot feel my cut limbs
If you think that it is sad,
better take care of my cat.
And this doesn’t matter
Falling stars or falling me
In the final broken fetters
everyone knows the last fee
One.
you can't escape your thoughts.
Two.
I wanna disappear again.
Three.
I whisper to the dark lords.
Four.
“Take my soul through the flame”.