I can feel the cold freezing my life away but I can't seem to stop it.
I hear the crunch of snow as people walk by my soon to be corpse.
Can't they hear me, can't they see me?
Do they care about the things that I have seen?
These questions are considered unimportant by the wind
As it blows across my face and steals my breath away.
It's just so cold...
I lose the ability to move, and warmth overcomes me.
Like a movie in my brain, my life flashes before me.
Against all my will, my body is betraying me.
It's letting go of the little threads of life.
Can't you see me!
Can't you hear me!
The vast winter is like any other before.
But I'll never see another one again...