His Little Game

 

 

Day had broken cold and gray

Exceedingly cold and gray

Cold and frosty

He Starts

He runs up my spine

Shocking the tissue behind

My thin layer of tinged skin

He runs up and up

And capsizes my lower set of pearls

As it climbs and climbs

Up and Up

He pushes through my tightened arms

There’s no controlling him

As it madly dashes

Each sliver of bone is effected

No one can stop this epidemic

I feel him crawling up my chest

Eating away my cold air tool

Breathing in I feel a sharp pain

Stammering up my chest

He grows like an avalanche

I feel nothing

For real pain does not hurt

Physically

I feel his icy finger tips trickle my neck

A cirten fear of death

His devilness makes me shake

He’s going to kill me

I hear my own sentence of death

He does love to trick and mislead

I dare not to pray

To hope that he will swoop down

And kill me soon

There is no failure

He knows me better than I do

And I want to die quickly

For if he knows I am praying

And to a god to save my shredded soul

I will most likely die

I lay here waiting

Waiting for him to strike again

Fight against him

Keep calm

I think of all my accomplishments

Not many

For I have not lived life

I have traveled every where

Though I do not reflect it

Oh I wish that

That I could

Stab myself

For the pain has grown

Ache that is excruciating

The ice perches on me

Only leaving me

With my face

I open my jaw

I breathe in

I breathe out

The sharp pains of winter

Torture my soul

My breath freezes

My body blue

I am no better off

When I breathe in

He’s on my face

When I blow out

The air circles my face

Oh, for the devil is mad

The wind has release him

And he has latched on to me

Off the ground

Icy shatters

He float right on me

And he does effect me so

As the icy breath of death

Inches his way up my scalp

There is a matter

Of

Life and Death

I feel him grab my neck

With his long dangling hands

And tighten

Its grip gets evil

And

Squeezes

And

Unleashes all of hell

Around my neck

Icy, frozen to my neck

Deep down below the surface

I can feel him

It goes on growing

I am like a

Match falling into the

Snow and going

Out

Stiff and dead

Now only able to move my lips

And twitch my nose

He, the devil has stolen my ears

And I am burning away

I am no longer aware of my surroundings

Shortly I will be a cadaver

Must not perish

I am paste

Blue

Purple

And white

He squeezes my neck

Tightening his grip

For the last squeeze

And the sent of death

Suddenly I am warm

Running

And full

Too full

Holiday full

I am happy

A warm glow

Never before have I been this happy

Suddenly a great swirl comes and

And

Takes me away

To a place where no snow has ever been seen

Before

A sleep

Most comfortable and satisfying sleep

I am gone

And he’s game is over