I shiver in the midst of this blizzard As it tears me down cell by cell
I do not understand which part of me to save, As the frigid gusts rip my flesh by their icicle teeth
I whither piece by piece The ground gets soaked in my blood And no one slips, But me-
I wrap myself in my hopeless arms As my feet break down due to trench foot
I kneel down in the puddle of my blood, My prayer-less lips shiver, Or whatever is left of them anyway-
I look up to the skies Liquid prayer in my eyes, Freezes- And glazes my gazers with a fine sheet of frost Hard to melt anytime soon
I see the sky bright I feel the frozen embrace of the wind around me As I sit in the eye of the tornado; Everything seems fine, Everything will be fine-
If anything remains.