Falling down, back towards the snow

Rushing memories of winters pass

Innocent games of creation

Creation of angelic figures

That lives and plays in the white blanket

Now, the flailing of limbs happen

But for a much different reason

Then from those childish times

This time the snow will be coloured

With drops of rubies that fall and burn

Threw the ice and stain along the way

To reach the frozen earth

And I will become the angelic figure

To lay here for a moment

And stain this spot for all time

My blood forever trapped in the earth

The once innocent gleams in my eyes are gone

And replaced with your clouded image

My love

My world

My killer