The cold seeped into my bones, Resting it’s frozen fingers beneath my skin— My heartbeat slows, The coldness smiles as it seems to win My fingers go numb And my tears threaten ice; What is this cold life That is nothing but a vice? Shakes tremble through my body Like drums singing above. My knees buckle onto the white snow, Though it’s not soft like that of a dove Pain courses through my body, I can feel life leeching— No I don’t want to leave, I beg beseeching! Darkness hinders my sight As I finally locked— I close my eyes and invite Death, Until finally, the chill stopped.