I stood in the blanket of snow,
watching everything dissolve
away into the black.
Gasping as snow blinded me,
choking on the wind,
frozen soulless, not a thing to do.
It all happened in nothing but a second,
but those seconds were all it took to
make everything rip apart before my own eyes.
But, let the wind keep on blowing,
the snow continue to cloud up,
continue to make your black hole,
because I know it’s nothing but your angst.
As long as the heartless wind continues
to blow, the cold shall consume me until
we run through the fields of icicles,
frozen Eskimo lovers in summer clothes,
the together we tried, never got.
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