My mind forever in a static void
Heavy thoughts in a fragile mind
I saw my soul on a wheelchair
In a mirror I still see my image's residues
Deep deep deep
The pain I feel when I press on my wounds
Minds me that I'm still alive
A dream advised me to commit suicide
Suicide is last conversation we have with ourselves
And now what I feel is becoming more and more a secret
Deep into trauma
We depend from our choices forever
I feel the cold of the Death coming closer to take me out