SNOW

Snow, so soft and beautifully white.
Shimmering in the sun, calling me out.
Snow, so deceiving, hiding things under it's blanket.
Wet and cold, all kinds of dark dirty secrets below it's surface.

Hope is the brother of snow.
A delightful figure in your mind.
Beckoning you forward one ginger step at a time.
Promising happy endings and reality to your dreams.

Hope is deceiving, a suave demon whose hypnotic eyes
lure you forward only to sting and bite scarring the surface of your soul.
His icy steel fingers finding purchase over your heart,
tearing and ripping, caustic laughter ringing in your ears.

Ceaseless pain going deeper and deeper until satisfied by your
involuntary screams.
Snow covering those screams, muffling the sound of your voice
so no one hears the agony leaping from your soul.

Brothers working in dark harmony.

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