Red sprays and flows
Across the white winter snow
I fall down
To the icy ground
And think back
To my childhood past
All the cuts and scrapes
Happiness and pains
But most of all the scars
That are far from far
Why is life so short for some?
I see the black shadow
Take and come.
The silent screams
And nightmare dreams
Bring back bad memories
Slowly my world goes dark
And I can hear the dying
Beating of my lone heart
But then everything goes blank
And I remember all the dangerous planks.
There I get to the core
Now I know I'm knock'n on heave's door.