I clutch my heart in my hands,
I trudge towards the white mountain,
I bleed from my seams as I move,
I see nothing but a blur before me.

I reached the foot of the colorless mountain,
As pure as consciousness unmarred,
I look towards my weary and crimson feet,
To see that only I was tainting this ground.

I laid myself to rest. The snow returned the mountain to purity.