The dying sun tells me
forget I ever lived
that way you feel less cold
when I am gone
that or
never believe in cold
never believe in warmth
remember
the snowman has no heart
belongs to no land, no time
stay away or pretend you never see
I never believed in snowman
but he always was there
as long as I lived
and stood in the yard of living
what those frozen eyes
staring at little lights
and shook them with
the words of black magic
he only knew
to make them fall
on the frozen bloodless roof
where noone cared or dared to look
