• I am- a cold fright-
    Makes you shiver
    with a thought

    I crawl upon you
    Like goosebumps from your back
    as your cheeks turn soft- and blue

    I take many form of shape
    with you I carry off into a journey
    with no tries to escape

    At this point you have nothing you own
    Life, Glory, Prosperity Gone forever
    like stone.