Frost Covered Ground

Frost-Covered Ground

Upon the frost-covered ground
I lay, and by chance, heard a voice.
It was warm and comforting to my ear,
and I found myself wishing
for the chance to live again;
to feel the blithe spirit
burn deep inside of me,
Instead of this bullet
torn through my broken heart,
As I lay beneath a blanket,
crimson-stained,
upon the frost-covered ground.