Fading Poem by umoh cyril

Its cold, its so cold,
Am the air that can't be held,
Its come to a time I grow old,
As my memories began to melt,

Death to me seems cool then,
But now I feel so unsure of it,
As I've come to realize that am leaving them,
So it seems am not so into it,

Time seems to freeze,
As my soul drifts from my body,
People around me began to sneeze,
As they saw the chill creeping into my body,

So long, my soul whispers,
As I was laid six levels down,
My final glance was in glitters,
Just as I realize that I've let her down.