The Silence Of My Death

The frozen lake bears no reflection,
As frigid air surrounds,
The moon is choked in blackness,
Echoing darkness without a sound.
The frost burns so icy, so cold,
Searing down to the very bone,
Crushing all with bitter force,
The screams of the flailing trees are faded away,
As their dying limbs stand speechless in the still night.
If I listen carefully I can hear,
The silence of their terrible screams,
Piercing through my sobbing heart,
As my life lies in this wasteland,
Silent and forgotten,
Skin cracking from the cold,
Shattering it's way through each and every one of my bones.
As I silently scream for every nagging nerve in my frozen cadaver,
Every cell in my frozen veins,
Father Winter tightens his icy grip on my throat,
Strangling away any chance of salvation,
Any chance of survival.
As a shattered corpse rots in the snow,
The silence of my death echoes eternally,
Across each and every freezing wind.