As my cold air lungs collapse
My last frozen breath escapes my lips
I lay here dying all alone
Calling out to the falling snow

These winter woods are now my home
A bed of ice upon the ground
Myself a ghost to forever roam
Not a soul for miles around
I won't be found

The frigid frost is a blanket for my feelings
I've become numb to the bone
At first an uncomfortable chill
I've lost the ability to feel anything
This arctic atmosphere kills
I am coming toward comatose

My frame now rooted turned to stone
My hands are rigid and lifeless
My icy eyes are glazed and glaring
My being paralyzed by this piercing place

It's biting down and penetrating
Cutting with bitter precision
My condition desolate and dismal

A final shiver forbidding
One last winter whimper
As senses fail I fall
Buried by the blessed blizzard
A sacred silence ensues