LIKE IN A SHALLOW GRAVE MY FAITH IS SITUATED I HOPE THAT MY MISSES CAN HEAR MY BREATHING THE NIGHTS WITH THE GLASS ON WINDOW PANE THE VOICE LIKE A WIND UNNATURAL LOOK I´M TRYING NOT TO FREEZE IN A SNOW TO LOVE AND TO BE LOVED IT´S LIKE A FATE CIRCLE WITHOUT SYMBOL NEVERENDING SUFFERING TRACHERY FOR A SOUL LIKE A VERDICT OF DEATH