Half way

Listen.

Can you hear

The haunting music

Of the icebergs?

Captivating tune

Of the steaming nitrogen

Is entering your pores,

Filling up your skin,

Making you new.

You do not feel pain,

The nerves have been

Softly severed;

Only your motionless eyes

Remind of the suffering;

So cold,

So lifeless.

Surrounded by ice,

Becoming ice;

The colour has spilled

To your body.

What used to give life

Is no more.

Gemstones

Have turned pale.

Your soul has

Fallen asleep,

Always striving

To the top,

But stuck half way.

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