Frosted Walk

Night falls almost as quietly as the snow,

through the winters cold,

the still piercing eyes seem to follow me,

almost as to seem inching closer with every step i take.

This feeling is unshakable, 

it's almost unsettling,

walking through the storm of ice,

I seem to slow my pace.

The night is now suffocating,

facing all before,

I feel now is the time to ravage in my,

utter unfailing,

Defeat.