Crawling in a road full of nails.
Hearing the harsh winds trying to end me.
Every drop of rain burning ice.
My fingers are gone with snow whispers.
Sky anxious at December nights ,
Loved the way as the people peacefully screaming,
****** eyes dancing in the trees's houses.
Spirits standing in the edges of a shaky bridge .
Dec 25, 2025
Dec 25, 2025 at 2:22 PM UTC
Crawling in a road full of nails.
Hearing the harsh winds trying to end me.
Every drop of rain burning ice.
My fingers are gone with snow whispers.
Sky anxious at December nights ,
Loved the way as the people peacefully screaming,
****** eyes dancing in the trees's houses.
Spirits standing in the edges of a shaky bridge .
