As I lay here in the snow,
the feeling leaves my bones.
I cannot move,
it's too cold.
My mother's crying
and I want to ask why
but my lips are frozen.
Warm tears run down her cheek
they splash down on my nose.
I look at the stars
and I feel warm.
I close my eyes,
I feel the need.
I whisper
my final good-bye.
And I dissapear from history.
I love Mosskit. It's not fair!*bawls* Oh well, I know it's short but I wanted to give you guys something for Christmas and as Mosskit died in the winter, I saw it fitting. O3O
Merry Christmas! :)
