Ice
As I lay down, weak, scarred
the blood of family and friends
runs through my cold hands.
As my last breath leaves my body
I faintly hear the cries of loved ones
survivors, all of them, survivors.
As the darkness closes in I remember
the silent plead of those stuck in ice
and the pain in my heart for those poor souls.
As the warmth leaves mt body and blood
I cry for the souls of those who love,
and I am frozen in an eternal sleep.
As I lay dying I wish for one thing...
Peace
