COLOR OF MY SNOW

I can’t stand this poison...anymore;

Help me with a tourniquet...someone;

I can’t stand this darkness...anymore;

Give me back the color of my snow...someone.

Acid running down my veins,

Momentous avalanche of purgatory,

I wish to rewind to a baby,

I wish to get back the color of my snow!

I can’t find the shooting star...anymore;

Find me my doppelganger...someone;

I can’t live with this brown blood...anymore;

Give me back the color of my snow...someone.

Irritation, agitation, full fledged insurrection;

Infusion, lost identities, blended distinctions;

Correlated confusions, I wish to resuscitate,

I wish to get back the color of my snow!

I can’t believe in reason...anymore;

Find me the path back to faith...someone;

I cant to the temptation to live...anymore;

Give me the power to cogitate...someone.

I was born with a promise of death,

Now I lay back at the premises of death;

Sponge, vial, tube, rubber band, fire and ice,

All said and done, I want back the color of my snow!!