When you are in a blizzard you can not feel your body. The only thing you see is snow skipping and turning on top of the piles of existing snow. Then cool wind blows all around you. You hear the snow hitting your jacket. If you open your mouth you choke on cold snow and freezing wind. The cool Whispers of the wind are talking to me as the cold words of death. Your senses go from what you use to know as something that will never leave you It is almost like the cold is taking over what you are and try to be something else. Time slows down as you see nothing but the white take over the land

The day and night is no subject to the freezing world You or I cannot stop the un stoppable rath that is seen as the sign of death For of those that cannot stand the Wight of the words of mine cannot understand me. To see the world as I do as a frozen place is to have some hope Because you know what makes the world a hotter and formidable place To see the coldness and not fell the warmth of faith and love is to die This is why so few know what it is to be living Why are blizzards so cold? Because you have never felt of the world as it is