The shadows.
Of the past.
Memories fleet.
Time moves to fast.

That cold winter night.
No fire for heat.
The food running low.
And long gone the meat.

In the air did hang.
The white of our breath.
To prove there was life.
In the city of Seth.

Ice clung to your nose.
And tears soon did freeze.
The air cold and dry.
Your breath but a wheeze.

Insanity drove us.
Accusations arose.
A tight situation.
This weather did pose.

Our minds half gone.
And our food even more so.
A weapon near by.
As out broke a new row.

I picked up the knife.
And stained your shadow red.
My mind all but gone.
And yours very dead.