Little cool sparks as they patter down on your skin
Tiny, clear raindrops, cubes of ice
Icicles remind of what the world used to be
So simple, so sharp
And when perish reigns, they shatter, crashing to the ground
Each crystal falling at your feet
Like hail storms, like glass pain
Mirrored reflections, so unreal
Cuts, blood, deep gashes
Just as all the wounds bound together
In a single transparent shard
