Dead Black Stars
Though the cold fills the dark outside
Our hearts burn within our insides
For we know of the fate that resides
In this space of nowhere, of no time
Through the crack in the window pane
In the ice the predator does remain
In the dimming light of the crescent moon
The smell of fear feeds our senses with doom.
In the ice, in the snow, in the cold.
Though we are here our account may never be told!
For in the ice we dug too deep, we dug too far!
Now it waits with eyes like dead black stars.
It moves around with no fear, no fatigue!
It can sense that we are helpless indeed!
The last bar of light on the satellite phone
Disappears too soon, no one will know!
Days it's been since we locked ourselves in this room!
The food and water went all too soon.
Electricity from the generator works to keep us warm
But the time has come to choose our fate once and for all
The power switch is turned off one last time.
The cold starts to bite and numbs the mind of our goal
One by one the breathing fades to a moan
One by one and then close your eyes as you go.
Die quietly and escape from this torment to our souls.
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