The Fire Won’t Warm Me

Beautiful snow, swirling, swirling, swirling...

And wind wirling, wirling, wirling...

White fluff making a bed,

and on an icy crystal I rest my head.

Sun glittering of ice,

causing me to blink one, then twice.

I can't feel the cold any more,

yet I feel colder than ever before.

Coated trees, the smell of pine,

ready to take this life of mine.

Stars glitter, and blink...

just like me, they begin to sink.

My eyes flicker blue, as I fight of the black.

The breathing in my lungs begins to slack.

I glory at the living left in my bones,

though my strenght it only loans.

I know it's now time to go,

but it doesn't cause much pain to know.

The fire in my eyes burns once more...

though not enough to warm me.