Slowly sinking in the icy abyss,
My soul succumbs to the frigid mist.
Longing for the warmth of my guiding flame,
To chase away this cold, haunting frame.

Deeper I venture, darkness prevailing,
Chilling whispers, peace it's unveiling.
But is this journey truly worth its cost?
Have I grown weary of my light's exhaust?

I sense the coldness, its imminent claim,
The shadows waiting, ready to reclaim.
Gasping for air, yearning for the light,
"Please lend a hand," I cry in desperate plight.

As tears escape and freeze into frost's embrace,
I seek salvation, longing for warmth's trace.

~V