End Transmission

My lights are fading one by one
Night is starting to blot out my sun
Connection lost
Interference high
Your voice in my ears is beginning to die.

A storm gathers, cloud by cloud
The wind is strong, the trees are bowed
Transmission down,
Communication static
My vision of you has become erratic.

My lungs are closing breath by breath
Ice creeping up my limbs like death
Call dropped
Reception nil
Update your list: one more kill.