Snow

Its snowing outside... I hate snow.
The white... the neverending expanse of white. Colour of innocence and purity. Nothing is innocent and pure. This morning, when the sky was dark, I peeled of my night clothes, my choker and chains, and lay in the deepest, greyest pile in the road. I lay, and let it chill my blood. I let it chill me to the core, like a corpse, lost and forgotten in the loneliest graveyard.