The idyllic scene of a snowy field, a mask for the darkness within.
Hiding behind a sleeve of innocence, is a soul as black as sin
The snow drains the field of colour, makes it whole and white
The snow that was carved into lines will just drain me of the fucks I gave
and what love I had for everyone and myself
The white will claim it anyways
These white fields, these cold fields
Are as empty as my heart
A caricature, I know, of the struggles within
Absent of meaning and feeling,
A poor player no more
I walk through this world a shadow
A ghost all pale and white
I took the lithium to soar the high, but like Icarus I fell low
I wish I was here still
Just an empty soul is left instead
Fill me up with anything, even the seed of man
It matters not.
The white will claim it anyways
Matt Lakatos-Hayward is that tall kid who hides his inner happiness and joy behind a dark exterior of eyeliner, nail polish, and thigh-high boots.
—@Dark_Lylyth
