Suicide Forest

Cold!
in the haze mist, I step alone
Without deity's declare, without pray
innermost thorn, hiding back into abysin
Have no direction, have no aim
the medal which belongs to me is coming
drak death, just in frontage
comether walling, red lips in the darkness
enwinding my loneliness
tearing, never end
the best end-up is die out
actually i lose in this forest
it's nigritude