Nevermore

I'm apart on the floor
all the colors fading and burning into my eyelids
should i wake and get all those pieces
so i just can my agony into meddles of golden hours

within clothes i freeze into northern coldness
purity in my heart vanish from now
i can't even write
my inner immorality has wrote this letter

No, i can't understand while world goes around
one for deads
yes, i can't hate all my instincts
two for longing

You said, that i should write whatever hints on my way
unless suicide comes my mind
i should write that
and that's it is
pretty alive i thing so
nevermore