• I sit on the edge
    My strength
    Destroyed
    My will
    Shattered
    As I get closer
    To the end

    My blood
    Turns to ice
    As does my skin
    My face
    Pure white
    Like snow
    Untouched
    Untainted
    My vision
    Clouded
    My breath
    Slow
    As I get closer
    To the end

    I hear your voice
    A soft whisper
    See your face
    A light, a beacon
    Your hand
    Holding mine
    Your lips
    Touching mine
    Setting my heart ablaze
    Allowing one last
    Moment of Happiness
    Before the end.