Nostalgic bells are ringing through the regions of my mind
Memories that scarred my inner self
I buried my happiness deep within the snow,
long ago.
And detached myself from this wretched human race.

Melancholic nights spent in the company of alcohol,
Absinthe washed down without hesitation.
Diving deep into hours of contemplation,
Years of self mutilation and feelings of hopelessness.

Search inside yourself and enter the pure darkness,
Slit your wrists and become one with the deceased.
Bodies being eaten away by maggots, lying on the snow,
Waiting to be forever vanished, forgotten.
In ending my life.