Death of You

[Headphone Actor]

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

[Princess Cupcake]

This poem reminds me of sleeping beauty, a little bit. LOVE "Statue-still." That is my favorite line. You have good structure and it flows nicely. The repetition of "a cold dead chill" at the end was chilling itself. Keep it up! ^.^