now comes the
snow
i'll be
brave and watch
i've already made my decision
and the
flakes are so beautiful...
i wish it weren't so
cold
and yet i wish it were worse
so maybe it would go faster...
and i wouldn't have to be so
brave
the
wind hurts
but it makes up for it when it makes
wind chimes of
icicles
in
trees to sing
lament for me
but it hurts again when it hits my face
i wish i weren't so
brave
one day far from now
i guess i'll look back and think
wonder why i'm doing this
but no one will ever argue with me
when i say
that under this
tree,
in this
blizzard,
is the perfect place to
die