Shivering, numb,

Silent, dumb,

Can't you feel, the iron fist,

Closing down upon your wrist?

Can't you hear the echoed cries?

As another sinner dies.

Chattering teeth,

Blue feet beneath,

A body swaying,

No voice for praying.

" No God here!"

The demons jeer

At me alone,

My mind is overgrown,

With wraiths and creatures still unknown.

A frozen wasteland filled with fear,

A frozen heart lets out a final tear.

Inky darkness bleeds its way through

 Me and there is nothing I can do.

Demons growing far more bold,

And I will always be cold.