Starting to feel it in my fingertips

I can hear it chewing
Crunching, gnawing
On yesterday´s ribs
Soon, I´ll feel it clawing
Stalking, pursuing
For another taste

Now only the cold
can save me
Because she punishes all equally
Delivering its cruelty tenfold
What a beautiful way to go
Drowning in glistening snow

Frost, bite through my cheeks as you do
Dye my naked lips
in colours they shouldn’t be
Purple, grey, white, and blue

Starting to feel it in my fingertips
Contorted stalely, paralyzed, all palely
Quickly blueing
As if I were dead

Now outside matches inside
Cheeks no longer red
Numbly purified
I end my hide