Endless Cold

White flakes like knives
Fall from the sky.
Threatening to take the lives
Of those who lie.

Ripping apart the air.
Shredding the peace.
Destroying all care.
Leaving but a small piece.

Intaking a cold breath,
Searing my lungs and heart,
Freezing life to feel like death,
It will get worse, this is just the start.

One step at a time
Toward a wintry grave.
Uttering one final rhyme
I cannot be saved.

The moon shines bright
Between dark clouds.
I walk out of sight,
Away from the crowds.

Death may prey
In this endless cold.
Now I end this day,
For I will never be old.