• The cold winter breeze stings my face.
    I taste the snowflakes on my tounge.
    they taste sweet and innocent
    the white snow falls slowly on the ground.
    It keeps falling from a deep blue sky.
    its getting late as the sun goes down
    the sky turns pink and the snow stops
    the sun goes down more and it becomes pitch black
    everything seems to die as i lay here on the ground
    the only thing that is moving is my heartbeat
    I can feel my heart pounding on my chest
    trying to escape from its prison
    but no matter how hard it beats
    how much it cries for freedom
    it cant escape
    its destined to be forever locked away