Sitting in the shadows... In this cold floor

I see my dead face in it... Spattered by the blood

That i spill from my whrists... I feel she is still here

Behind those black curtains... I still feel your moans

Your dead laughter... I see your face in the shadows

Throught the black corridor... Your white skin

As the moonlight... Inviting me... to darkness

Inviting me.... to lost in the shadows

You're beautiful... Still beautiful...

Like the day i buried to you

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