The snow is falling on my face, cold and stark
I travel through this abyss, of white, all negative space
There is peace here, the kind that makes one cry,
If you cry the tear will turn to ice, and so will my heart.
For no fear do I have in this wood,
It never grows dark just quit, the bark of the tree
Is still, and leave a chill in its wake,
No even the sun can warm you now.
With out fear and in peace
I wonder on in dusk alone
From that dawn I have traveled
Never moving out in time it seems,
This is not one of those dreams,
This is a memory of the past
A shadow on my soul that was cast
And the only sound in the alternate reality
The crunch of my boots on the white world
My breathe is heavy and I see it before me
Could it be my soul? Is it the end here in this peace?
The eternal kiss of frost on my face
I vanish forever in this negative space
While the snow flakes fall on my face
