As snow glistens
Off the blade
And small droplets
Of Life-blood stain
The frost,
I smile.
I smile through Pain.
Through Fear.
Through Tears.
And nothing really matters.
What I have done
Makes perfect sense.
Death is inevitable.
I simply sped up the Process.
Dont worry.
The cold welcomes
With open arms,
With razor teeth,
And a hungry stomach.
Youll soon be consumed
Before you life
Slips and stains.
As the snow glistens
Off the blade.















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