To lay on the snow,
fade away
and numb to the bone and
life decay.
shiver to ice, lose sense of touch
Touch with reality,
losing too much.
Goosebumps fade to frostbite, and
smiles fade to grey
emotions crystallize in the night
as you lay
Down on the ground with
snow to your cheeks
It's not cold anymore, but
you feel very weak.
Pink turns to white, a shade of emptiness,
so numb.
White turns to blue, therefore
it's too late to run.
Hold that last breath;
listen to the sound
A whisper puts you to rest, and
comforts you all around.
