Everything  I touch turns to dust
Everyone I love leaves
I lay in the cold waiting
For the other shoe to drop

It should be simple
This life
It should make sense
This existence

I catch a snowflake falling
From the skies
It melts upon my touch
Denying me its beauty

The cold sizzles and burns
You'd think the cold would be cold
But ah it's scorching
It licks and gnaws

It should be peaceful
Death
It should be easy
To let go

Yet
Everything thing I touch turns to dust