A ticking time bomb about to explode
The grasp of my skin is hard and cold,
Eyes shutter like cold winter winds
As it feels as if I'm naked,
And bold winter is my friend
Crying and begging
Standing on my last branch of snow,
I feel it coming
a sneeze and a blow,
It will make me collapse
and die into the cold, burning hell below
Unable to die automatically,
Frost bitten is what will withhold
My afterlife is dark and sorrow