Against the stark white layer of snowfall
I see bright orange bits of flesh. 
Shrapnel of an insane man. 
Words fall freely from the mouth of madness… 
And orange 
And black. 
Words on paper
Wet and wrinkled…
Bleeding all over my head 
And my arms 
And the back of my neck. 
I know right now there is a regret to be had here. 
I breathe deep the fragrance of regret. 
Bright orange
Frosty white 
Snow-covered doom
Encircling me now.