Paled lips
Statue-still
Black snow falling
Cold, dead chill
Five seconds before,
a warp to the past
Heart beating strong
Moments till its last
Kiss your nose
as you die
Close your lids
watch you lie
In your corruption
Breathless and weak
Blood moves still
Tears begin to leak
Where have you gone?
Where is your will?
There's nothing else left;
a cold, dead chill
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