Beautiful in White

The snow is the blood of the sky,
It is white, it is what we are told.
What is dear to us?
Who are we to hold,
Us being so huddled and cold.

And while the sky bleeds crystalline,
We are oft searching for we.
And never shall we find each other,
In the blizzard of whirling gems,
The beautiful product of the cruel sky.

Yet we have found each other despite the storm.

My request through shivers,
Is simple for my tongue is stiff.
Let us share one last kiss,
Let your lips freeze to my lips.
And open your eyes for one last glimpse.

Hold me here in this cold cocaine.
Hold me here in this freezing rain.
The cold has numbed us, feel no pain.

Hold me here while we're dying dear.
Hold me here and shed not your frozen tear.
Hold me here, keep me eternally near.

I always said you looked beautiful in white.