Snow as a Metaphor for Death

When you look close enough
When there's no trace of life
Sterile, no heart, no touch
And the sun's glow
Like atoms in snow
It crumbles down
Into the grey
Once again everything crumbles apart

A particle of death
A beam of hate
No love is left on this
Smouldering stone
No heart, no touch
Just snow

When you stare deep enough
Into the white void
The verdigris comes and
Torches your voice
If you lay close to me
Just for one year
I'll tear you apart and I will
Swallow your choice

Once again everything's vaporized
An article of death
A science of fate
No love, bereft of feeling
Carcinogen
No life, no heart
No taste

A bird drops like wet snow
Coming off the chandelier
Turning
Breaking paper bones
Marrow melting everywhere
Buries her
The tape runs out, cup flows over
Other shoe drops, her mouth agape
The tape runs out, cup flows over
Other shoe drops, her mouth agape
The tape runs out, cup flows over
Other shoe drops, her mouth agape
The tape runs out, cup flows over
Other shoe drops, her mouth agape