Death's Coldness
the chilled wind from the dark winters night kissed me my last goodnight
Walking,walking,walking was all I could do
Every step I took there was a crunch from the crisp new snow that had fallen.
I decided to sit underneath an old dying oak tree
The cold paralyzed my lungs and froze my bones
The old cold man jack frost took me away
I always had wondered what death would be like
The cold overcame me, and I lost the will to live
It was as peaceful as a hot bubble bath
Copyright © Aurora Mccabe | Year Posted 2011
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