Dying in December...

The cold keeps my corpse
from fermenting into frolicking fashions
or thawing under the more temperate temperaments
of winterless wonderlands

Frozen in this December's cold conditions
my life is all just to remember
no longer lasting
  but lingering
as I'm left malingering
dying to be dreaming
dying not to be dying, dying,
  dying in December

The remnants of my remains remember
some days of some September
These memories frozen in my mind
after burning bright enough to leave me blind
The chill that saves them now
is the same that dooms somehow
as I'm lying cold, and still
still dying, dying,
  dying in December

This winter's waiting
seems wasted and weighing
Weighing heavily as snow
that melts down far too slow
As I wonder why but cannot know
why I'm dying, dying,
  dying in December

Should I become lost in the frigid wind
and be cast into that end
or stay huddled up till spring
awaiting the life it might bring?
To begin anew or end
either way is an amend
to all this dying, dying,
  dying in December

For now I'm at an impasse
one I know will likely pass
I shiver while dying to break-through
into the warmth of something new
My lungs wheeze, cough, and gasp
Time continues to elapse
as my dying is slowly
dying, dying,
  dying in December