I am not the fallen snow
but the rotting leaves beneath it
I lie flat against the dirt, and all the dust and the debris

Stripped down to just my shadow,
There's nothing to touch when you try to reach me
Walk right through me, for I am not enough to stand in your way

I am not the storm,
but the disaster that drifts behind it
The lives destroyed, and all the garbage in the streets

I am not the heart,
but the broken ribs around it
Digging deeper
And deeper
Until there's nothing left for you to use