• Snow flickers softly
    In the distance
    Memories set conflict
    In motion

    Wandering patterns
    Of the setting moon
    Remind me a lot of you

    My existence
    Surely is here now
    Waiting is
    Not shedding tears and such
    Maybe only when we embrace
    Weakness truly is something

    It is unsaid
    It is unheard
    Becoming like a lost child
    It is unseen
    Its untrue
    Only you can save you

    There is deception
    In every form
    Unexpectedly plotted
    In ones life

    It was inevitable
    When I opened my eyes
    I wrapped myself in defeat

    Not crying
    Not overcoming
    But dying
    Wanting
    To obey you
    If I can be saved, then its okay to go away
    The atoning future is now

    Sometimes unsaid
    Others unheard
    Traveling to the other side of time
    Withering
    And disappearing
    Only to be like the snow