Whispering ice, Hot snow. Oh how it fell, melting the world below. I looked at it, I was curious.
I wanted to touch it, I was curious. But never did I ever think, that such soft flakes of snow, Would ever hurt. They burned me, Oh they stung me.
I cried out but no one heard, I cried out as my skin was burned. The flakes stuck to me, mocking me as I fell. I made an angel on the snow, Alive no more.