Kalde netter, søvnløshet og rastløshet
tung tenking og ubehag
Meningsløst og dødsdømt.
En ubehaglig stillhet
små risping og tunge sukk
Endeløst
I have screamed and struggled.
The blood has been spilled, My veins is drained.
All I do is wish for death.
I've gotta say, what I've gotta say.
Time fades, tell me the reality is better than the dream.
I can't take this anymore.
I live with so much hope which drain, oh why can't it stop?
There is nothing good.All I`ve got is... Nothing. All I see is red and black, All I see is red blood stains.
The dripping, the ceparation
Skin from flesh, flesh from bone.
The tree of veins is torn, the branches is cut over
It goes so fast, like a hot knife through butter
But this is cold steel
I think I've finished the first but at the same time it feel unfinished. Those few who really know me understand the first one
Life was like this
and then



