But a Winter Breeze

Winter breeze,
Not what we need,
It's bitterness cool and sweet,
The shouts it gives out are like shrewd screeches,
Many wanting it to die,
Yet it knows it deserves to die.
My life is but a winter breeze.

Scratches on your face,
Its dry raspy ness comes out to play,
Loud clatters of its banging onto a cold hard nothing,
Smooth looking of the luscious blue sky,
My life is but a winter breeze.

It's icy path taking me to numerous hells,
The clear blood reaching each artery of my body,
Thickening making it hard to breathe,
Threatening my lungs, so no oxygen can get through,
I suffocate because my life is but a winter breeze.