Feeling so lonely as
the cold enters my throat, deeply ــــــــ
and takes what's inside.
Leading my core to endless suffer,
Stabbing each part that's alive.
Smoking the pain in winter's night,
and swallow the regret that
being born in this dark space.
Devil stick his horns into my ashes ears .
Nov 12, 2025
Nov 12, 2025 at 1:02 PM UTC
Feeling so lonely as
the cold enters my throat, deeply ــــــــ
and takes what's inside.
Leading my core to endless suffer,
Stabbing each part that's alive.
Smoking the pain in winter's night,
and swallow the regret that
being born in this dark space.
Devil stick his horns into my ashes ears .
