My dark friend.
The wind suffocated in my room.
The curtains were sealed with anguish and tears.
Nevertheless, I recalled the repetition of your tiny footsteps around my remains.
Sweetheart, I will never rise.
Stalk the trail of my blood and ask them about my wandering soul.
Please, darling, visit me, that place far from fear, apart from love.
A place where sacrifice is sacred and commitment is divine.
Beloved, I'm a handsome soul with you, just follow the trail of my blood.
My room has no windows, and my soul is free.