The snow drowns me,
in cold white solitude.
Down down down I fall,
until I feel nothing,
Nothing at all.
You can still see the imprint,
where I fell through,
The snow covers all,
a false, clean, wonderland,
In which I lie small.
The air punches out of my lungs,
as the snow constricts more,
I am paralyzed,
my brain starts to close in,
I will surely be traumatized.
I won't make it out this hole,
I will be just another thing,
Hidden just below the snow,
where no one will find me,
Except maybe a crow.
I sink even further,
to my own personal hell,
I can't feel anymore,
my brain turned off,
And everything is cold right down to my core.
I dream of running,
to someplace warm,
Where I might not drown,
but I am stuck here,
In this one horse town.
They'll bury me someday,
maybe once it melts,
Maybe they'll find me,
when they go looking for pelts.
I begin to fade away,
slowly, as I go to die,
I wish it went faster,
for it's slower than July.
And with my last thought,
I realized it was all for nought.
Goodbye, old friend,
You saw me clear through to the end.
Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 8:29 PM UTC
The snow drowns me,
in cold white solitude.
Down down down I fall,
until I feel nothing,
Nothing at all.
You can still see the imprint,
where I fell through,
The snow covers all,
a false, clean, wonderland,
In which I lie small.
The air punches out of my lungs,
as the snow constricts more,
I am paralyzed,
my brain starts to close in,
I will surely be traumatized.
I won't make it out this hole,
I will be just another thing,
Hidden just below the snow,
where no one will find me,
Except maybe a crow.
I sink even further,
to my own personal hell,
I can't feel anymore,
my brain turned off,
And everything is cold right down to my core.
I dream of running,
to someplace warm,
Where I might not drown,
but I am stuck here,
In this one horse town.
They'll bury me someday,
maybe once it melts,
Maybe they'll find me,
when they go looking for pelts.
I begin to fade away,
slowly, as I go to die,
I wish it went faster,
for it's slower than July.
And with my last thought,
I realized it was all for nought.
Goodbye, old friend,
You saw me clear through to the end.