• Your crystal form
    Melting in my fingers
    Is by all means too cold
    You may be a natural wonder
    To others a natural beauty
    But my friend, the season’s getting old
    With the suns powerful raze
    I’ll stab you in the heart
    Even though in another six months you’ll awake
    Maybe I should just move to Florida
    To be rid of this cursed thing
    For once I wish death to the snowflake