Harmonious

I'm longing for winter's chill... For the numbing air to burn my veins frozen. I am the saddest one... I am the deserted one... Not a soul is wandering because you feel no warmth, No journey to the farthest reaches could make time change. Make time change... When I am called the darkness my cradle, I am drunk with heavy footsteps and my mind becomes slave. I was told that every day would be my last.