Fleets of snow cascade,
Salt, liquids, the cold and more.
One poor sod shivering in the cold,
Ten starving mice feasting on his bones.
Parched and burnt,
Wandering alone.
Hills of dust and mountains of sand,
Peppered in body salts.
Leaves falling all around,
Withered branches fingering the empty sky.
Flowers bloom for one last time,
The fires rage before his eyes.
Dull thudding in his chest,
Something is breaking loose.
Tearing frantically,
Ripping himself apart.
Swirling white lights,
Mumbling and movement.
Soft murmurs in his ear,
He never awoke again.
Erratic Behaviour
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