Let me suffer

(Cold. Empty. Slow. Minimal instrumentation. Wind, low drones, distant echo.)

Let me suffer in the cold

Let me bleed where no one knows

Every step I take feels wrong

Every night feels far too long

The fire died inside my chest

Hope laid down and chose to rest

I screamed once… then I went still

Waiting for the final chill

(Chorus (fading, restrained))

It’s too cold to feel the flame

Too late now to speak my name

If this pain is all I own

Let me suffer here alone

(Music thins… instruments drop out one by one)

(Transition)

(Silence. Static. Low hum. A single, dry voice—no music.)

Voice (calm, almost mocking):

“You still here?”

(pause)

“Why are you still here?”

(pause, a faint digital crackle)

“You died a long time ago.”

(beat)

“Come… let’s restart once again.”

(Hard CUT. Drums slam in.)