white is
white is
the light
dances across the smooth
searing
sensation
from the cold
I realize now my hand
I let it be consumed
still I stay
hold on
for it I love
too much.
white is
white is
the light
dances across the smooth
searing
sensation
from the cold
I realize now my hand
I let it be consumed
still I stay
hold on
for it I love
too much.