The bitter cold seems to
Eat away at my skin
like a flesh eating disease.
I'll itch and I'll scratch
until I have nothing left,
then what is there to scratch?

Dry and desolate, I wait until
the moment when a match is
tossed to the ground and everything
is consumed in fire.

No more, it's all depressing.

The lifeless trees and skulls
from the life that once lived here.

Send me somewhere far away
where laughter is abundant,
and where the tide and the
waves are beautiful.

Somewhere beautiful with you, my love.

Send me somewhere where the sunset
will sing in enjoyment as the lights dim.
Somewhere where the moon and the stars
will keep us company as we lay here in peace
without a care in the world.