The grasping tendrils of the ceaseless cold

Reaching

Holding

Latching

It grips my body with an ironclad hold

I unwillingly succumb to its icy clutches

My blood ceases its normal flow

Slowing

Slower

Slowly

The sparkles in the sky hold none of their initial beauty

Burning your bare skin

It feels like the thermometer's bottom has dropped out

Dropping

Breaking

Freezing

A gust of wind rushes by where I stand

I prepare for the harsh burn on my skin

The trees move near me

Rustling

Creaking

Swaying

I see my hair blowing in the wind

Where is the sting?

The cold feeling that I have felt before?

Tingling

Stinging

Burning

I take another step on my long route

My boot sinks into the winter wonderland

I should have felt something

Crunching

Crushing

Sinking

I remain calm and take another step

The same lack of sensations

What is happening?

Dying

Living

Nothing?

I look up to face the sky

The clouds mask the stars

As the snow continues to come down

Falling

Floating

Covering

What used to burn my skin no longer holds the same power it once did

It simply floats down unnoticed

My legs are starting to go weak

Flimsy

Shaky

Frail

I fall to my knees as my legs give out

I sit on the ground alone with no strength to go on

The clouds smile upon my decrepit figure

Laughing

Menacing

Ghastly

They laugh at my apparent weakness

While I stagger along the snow covered path

My body feeling nothing

Desolate

Drained

Spent

I lay on the ground having given up on trudging my path

I have lost the will and the ability to go on

My body has given up its last line of warmth

Senseless

Feelingless

Numbed.