The vast expanse of pure white snow;
As the tears brim and overflow.
The breath comes out in puffs of smoke;
As he takes another toke.
The cool night air envelops me;
It gets harder to see.
A black sky filled with stars;
Trying to figure out who you are.
When you're left with only scars.
I see his dilated pupils,
As he pops more pills.
He takes a shaky breath,
Wishing for death.
He closes his eyes,
Waiting for his demise.
He lays down in the bitter cold,
Frostbite nipping at his toes.
The snow is his blanket,
As well as his bed;
It's his coffin and life,
And now he's dead.
