Frozen

I breathe so slowly,
my breath white as snow,
I hold the warm in,
My blood will not flow.

The air seeps through,
I can feel it now,
my breath is now whiter,
I must now avow.

My skin is changing,
It's turning blue,
It's becoming frail,
What should I do?

I should wait for help,
But I see not a soul,
I cannot cry, for my
body I cannot control.

I will go up to heaven
and I hope I'll be chosen,
because I was the one,
Whose soul was frozen