Time has taken a break from your living soul
so that Cold could rule your world
instead of Him who
whispers words of self-destruction.
“Come, let me take you!”
he sings.
then Death comes
“Come, let me kiss you!”
she says.
and then the Stillness comes
“Come, let me hold you in my sweet embrace!”
she whistles.
And you, poor Darling?!
your Time has gone,
the Cold has come
and all there’s left is Immortality.
Alta's World 