Snowfall.

Our minds alterations, seeming more and more real.

Holding more truth.

You felt the snowflakes run cold down your face.

You felt him.

Enter.

He exits.

The snowflakes melt together, as holy as one.

Content.

Bliss.

You ponder in the world of the unknown,

in the depths of the lonesome pool.

Shock electrifies through your body.

The cold is spreading throughout.

Just like the disease of the lonely.

It's without a doubt,

the facts.

You're disposable to him.

A piece of furniture;

just a piece of sky to you.

The facts bleed together as the snow falls.

No longer can innocent flakes fall upon the base of your stomach.

For they have been tainted,

just as his love.