Hang as the blizzard frosts your steps, encroaching on your flesh, stealing your breath.

Cold creeps into your lungs ferociously, making you wonder, why does snow, symbol of purity, turn into brutality?

Confronted the apparent contradiction between its beauty and its action, how something so perfect could cause such discomfort?

A fog blinds your eyes, deceiving your senses from the atrocity that is about to happen.

Cold numbed your being, once again your heart no longer beats.

Perhaps the emptiness took over.

There's nothing else standing for you.

Vanishing...

Where vision perishes and a blanket of grief covers the soul.

Exofrenon is following