It started with a small chill in the air,
that cold bleak February day,
slowly pricking up my neckâ??s hair,
a spirit the wall does belay,
his cold fingers tremble on my back,
reaching to touch my very soul,
reaching for a life Iâ??m soon to lack,
as my lifeâ??s clock does soon toll,
as I slowly come to realization,
of my infinite surroundings,
draining of my vast elation,
heart echoing my temples pounding,
silence gathers in the abyss,
my breathing becoming louder,
dampening my blooming bliss,
tingling my skin like powder,
I hear a scream echo in my ears,
dying in the close proximity,
the dark glowing with new leers,
suddenly running fast as ability,
subconscious of my fate at hand,
& past the dead man dressed bland...
