A grey, cold morning, one of many, so familiar,
And I think about walking away,
Just for a while, into the snow, this dreaded snow,
So deceiving in its purity, so white and clean,
Then suffocating, like a blanket of death.
I crush it under my feet, I just need to walk,
The freezing air cuts my skin,
Just for a while, I get used to it, I push forward,