Icy roadways
Paved the way
As i slipped onto a white square solid
And i fell
Down
Flat on my face
My once beautiful young flesh
Tainted with dirty ice and blood
Is this how ill commit suicide
The moment i step outside
Later
This winter
Or next?
Or will i sacrifice this coldhearted day
Underneath a soft comforter
Head on a pillow hand on my tablet
Eyes wide shut
My mind satisfied as i drift off
Only i can decide whether or not this is such a good idea
For
I have the power to decide my fate
To either be
D
On ice, myself, or
D
in bed
Safe and sound
Like the singing capital cities
softly playing on the radio, nearby
My bedroom dresser
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