As silent as snow fills the air
As permanent as existence
As gentle as down dancing in the breeze
As magical as a kiss
My heart is now bleeding, covering the white blanket of snow in a beautiful array of reds. It almost looks like an Angel, I think to myself, as the feather kisses my forhead before finding it's bed in the cold, bloody snow. I live, but I cease to exist.
I have plenty of ammo
But somebody has moved my target
