Blizzard

The winter in my eyes: the blinding whiteness and the frost.
My thoughts are paralyzed, my dozing mind is already lost.
I wander under the snow, on opaque ice, across the wold.
My reflexes are slowed; I'm frozen to death and no longer feel cold.

Icy desert with a beating breeze,
Frozen stars pierce the empty night.
Sickly feverish chills and it hurts me to breathe,
It's winter’s agony before frostbite.

Wall of snowfall coming on so fast,
The way to springtime was a white dead end,
The years of empty waitings in the past,
But thaw will never come to this land!