An Ice Cold Sleep

when i went to sleep
i was myself
when i fell into those pillows
soft and downy fluff
i knew what my purpose was
i knew myself
better than anyone else
yet somewhere
among the starry sky 
and hazy dreams
between the waking light of dawn
and the fading midnight gleaming 
of moon on bright white snow
i lost all identity 
in the frigid cold
outside my window frost does creep
and silent will the mystery sneak
while my body lay here asleep
and change into something that is not me
but still wears my pale white skin 
and though the nighttime terrors are wearing thin
i still can hear 
those fateful footsteps
laced with frost
and ice and cold
changing what was young
to what is old.