Imitation of Life

Nought but an impression left upon the deepening snow,   Where once upon a dying lay my bones on New Years' Eve, Who or what I have become you do not care to know,   A broken heart worn shamelessly upon the trench coat sleeve. How I stared up at the stars and felt the crystal glow   With ice that stabbed like needles lumbar puncturing my spine, How the tears froze in salty pools and simply ceased to flow,   Weeping inward into emptiness and sorrowful decline. If the falling flakes could blanket me and bury me below,   I would gladly give my ghost to hypothermia and frost, An impression left no longer on the surface of the snow,   Only memories of life and imitations cold and lost.