surnud mets by krüpt

The wind howls outside the window.
It gnaws into my skin, breaking my bones.
I sink into sleep, and death touches me.
Go, go to the light or go to the darkness,
You will not see God there, only a chilling cold.

Fear has long since left me.
The world around me has lost its meaning.
Tear this thread between life and death.
Surrender to the current that plunges you into nothingness.