The snow has turned to the color of ash
nothing is moving in my presence
the wind is barely blowing
hauntingly touching my face
I can feel my heart beating in the quiet
I can see my breath in the coldness
my hands are frozen and frostbit
the sun has left us
leaving this world in darkness
Pitch black all around me
When i see color again..
will it be like a dream..
not sure id even recognize another human voice
if i happen upon another living soul.
Death, destruction and deceit are all ive seen.. all i know
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