The snow falls softly all around
Covering the ground like a blanket
Hiding the hideous truth, blurring the obvious
No where to turn
No where to go
No where to run
The darkness consumes me
Hatred so bright it outshines the sun
This snow so innocent, pure, and white, an illusion of your mind
A trick!
A mirage!
A lie!
Maybe once a long time ago
You may have been right
But now I'm concealing my true state of mind
The snow is red; My mind is gone!
The snow is red; My mind is gone
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A Nightmare While Awake
PoetryA set of short Poems that show a progression of a mental state
