White Death

It's caving in, I hear the cracks.
The pressure build, just waiting 'till the snow attacks.

4,000 pounds of snow,
heavier, than you could ever know.

The pressure grows and grows and grows,
after all this is what I chose.

Hold my breath,
and hope I see the light.

My hand's uncovered,
and my hope builds anew.

Crawl out of the White Death,
Wrap in blankets and gain my bodies heat again.