• Stepping out into the pure white
    My senses begin to numb
    But my mind will not succumb
    Shoes slip from my feet
    The cold nips at them in spite
    There's a certain warmth here
    Inside the frozen slum
    A warmth that seems to be covered by deceit
    The frigid night allows me to disengage
    Leaving the snow without fear
    In this land, I leave behind all of my virulent rage