Losing Grip

As I stand here barefoot on ice
I am thinking this feels quite nice
I feel like I am about to slip
I dont know why but I am losing grip

Losing grip on every thing
I cant hear the little birds sing
Singing, singing for my death
I can smell the vampires breath

Feel his teeth bite into you
And as you watch my blood spew
Suddenly my blood flowing stops
When I rise the ice will pop

It makes a hole and in I slip
I told you that I was losing grip
The vampires kiss taste like death
Almost the same as the smell of his breath

The promise he live eternally
The poison flows internally
The love it never did come true
Because now the vampire dose kiss you

Just like you I laugh in your face
I don't stop but just in case
Now I am beginning to slip
And of course I am losing grip

this poem might not make sense if you read it