Once Upon a Time in the North

...Out from the darkened night, Into the burning hot cleansing steam... My weak endeavour to stay clean; From all the filth that I've gladly taken in. Failed escape from reality; My soul lies unwanted with a stain of sin... I feel myself impure; I ne

I lean my head against the glass of the chilled, cold window. Feel of cold pulls me back to memories of the past; I fell down on the ground, colored stones with my blood… I saw myself from a far my wounded head glowing red; I wanted so to let go but