Cold

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.