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! :)