I am losing my heat,
Glimmering like a tired flame,
Soon I will become cold,
A Discreet onlooker to my own decay.

I feel the chill creeping in,
Stealing the heat  from my core,
My edges are freezing , turning brittle,
A vestige of my former life

Soon, I will be cold and dead,
An Antiquity, unmoving, unfeeling,
No spark left to ignite,
No passion to drive my soul.

Remember me as I was,
Not as who I am becoming,
For I am losing my heat,
And soon, I will be nothing but cold.