Alone,
Things finally back to normal
Trying to keep things in perspective
It's hard not to feel this way
The frost kills me slowly
I, the raven
I, the dragon
I, the orange beetle
Me, the human being
The black sheep is lying
They are just wolves,
In with the rest of the flock
Beware the wolves that pass as black sheep
They are the most dangerous
They manipulate the frost against me
As they are the first
And different from the rest
I can't let them kill me
Not with slow death
I look for something sharp
And see the claw.
I pick it up.
Time's up.
Will someone remember me?
The claw falls and blood spills
The frost will never have me.