Take the unseen snow and cover me with it.
Make it into a blanket around me.
I can hide my head there in it's sanctity, and
No one will even know.
And upon finding me cold, lifeless, dry breaths,
Someone less encumbered will utter
a few words that would never encompass me.
And some would cry for their loss but not for mine.
And the darkness would carry me away,
To a simpler place for me.
A place where no thought could break through
The icy encasement I made for myself.
Nov 15, 2010
Nov 15, 2010 at 5:20 PM UTC
Take the unseen snow and cover me with it.
Make it into a blanket around me.
I can hide my head there in it's sanctity, and
No one will even know.
And upon finding me cold, lifeless, dry breaths,
Someone less encumbered will utter
a few words that would never encompass me.
And some would cry for their loss but not for mine.
And the darkness would carry me away,
To a simpler place for me.
A place where no thought could break through
The icy encasement I made for myself.
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