Does it get better?

A collection of poems
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Frozen wind and grey clouds,
An endless night, an endless cold,
A lake of Ice, void of life,
An innocent soul, not ready to die.

On the snow he lays, being eaten away,
With frigid Skin and frozen vapour,
So silly he was to venture that way.

A blizzard comes nearer and hope becomes distant,
Ice enters his lungs, freezing his insides,
Eyelids grow heavy and breathing shallow,
Lips turn blue, limbs unmovable.

A blizzard rages on and snow falls,
The last breath is taken, the soul claimed in a frozen embrace.