My feet are cold.
Maybe one too many tears froze to them now.  

Standing in my own tundra of regret,

He who should walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death...

The wind stings my face.
It whispers in my ear:
~Happiness will never find you~
I wish it would lie to me.

I take a step forward so I can look at the track I left behind.

I peer close and see the destruction of my soul,
Ripped from her hands,
Torn by my teeth,
Shredded by her words.

Laying tattered underfoot.
Discarded.
Forgotten.
Alone.

Oh God I'm alone.
With only my mistress of depression to accompany me.

I lay in the permafrost, using the snow as a blanket, and shiver.