I’m losing my skin

to this cold winter’s day.

I’m slipping from you

and that’s all I can say.

I can’t feel myself

under this snow.

I think I am dying,

but I don’t want you to know.

My skin is of fire

from this cold winter’s day

melting my flesh into an ashtray.

I rely on you

to make me whole,

in hopes of being born anew.

I’m losing my skin

to this cold winter’s day.

I’m slipping from you

and that’s all I can say.

I can’t feel myself

under this snow.

I know that I am dying

and I want you to know,

My skin is of fire

from this cold winter’s day,

melting my flesh into an ashtray.

I relied on you

to make me whole,

in hopes of being born anew.

But I know that I am dying

and you don’t know,

and you can’t hear me

through this red snow,

but I love you

and this is my last goodbye,

which echoes through my slumber,

even if you don’t know.

Goodbye.