Snow all around the area.
It is an enjoyable hysteria.
Let the snow fall before me.
My mind, in this scenery, is carefree.
The street lights are showing me the way.
Oh my, this is where I want to stay.
The park is getting darker.
The lights are no longer the marker.
Where am I going?
The place is somewhere unknowing.
The snow covers my body so cold.
The ice forms a body mold.
Will I ever be found?
Will I dissolve into the ground?
I am buried in the snow.
I hope someone will find me, though