The nostalgy on a rainy day

On a rainy day I go into depression
The cold takes care of my being
In these times I am in full nostalgia
Memories and thoughts of death

The fog takes care of forests
Paths lead us into the woods
The more I go
More I feel lost

Dark forests of satan
Valley of the shadow of death
Agonizing silence
I go into deep depression

In life when I can not continue
Well I have to fit into society
There is no place for my existence
I follow this path alone morbid

When cold falls as water
I feel like dying
And then I find my pleasure
I feel happy to die

Dark forests of satan
Valley of the shadow of death
Agonizing silence
I go into deep depression

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