Here I sit trapped inside my mind, in the rigid landscape and endless fields of frozen sorrow. Why am I here? Why am I the one to be excluded and punished? Alone I sit, in this old cabin of rotting wood, to avoid the icy winds breezing through the plains. Who they are I know not, but they come to torment and feed to me the thoughts of death. At night i hear their ghostly voices, inaudible chants of mystery, misery, and emptiness. How i weep for them to cease, how i cry out for these endless thoughts of death to end. Snow falls forever, the frozen winds keep my frozen sorrow cold. Am i here trapped forever? Even after death will i be stuck in this barren wasteland, wandering without a purpose? Frozen in the core is light and happiness. But shall I ever break it free? I only descend deeper into the cold dark prison of my mind. Forever alone I will wander, forever alone i will sit, in this rotting log cabin. Forever more will I suffer and cry sorrowful tears in this barren frozen wasteland, the wasteland of despondency Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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