Crimson snow
This snow...
It's as cold as my soul...
These flakes...
They're as small as my heart...
A night sky...
It's as dark as my past...
The snow around me...
Whenever I touch it...
No more is the beautiful white it used to be...
Now it is the bright and vivid color of red...
This red...
It strikes me as the color of blood...
The color that has forever stained my hands...
It cannot be washed away...
No matter what I do, it will haunt my sleep...
I tried so hard...
To protect what I loved...
But I still lost it to the color of blood...