• Hypothermic

    I feel it creeping
    And begin to sink in
    I feel it seeping
    Deep into my skin
    The cold grabs at me
    Robbing me of emotion
    Until I begin to see
    And accept the notion
    Of frostbite attacking me
    Turning me frigid
    All the while relaxing me
    As everything becomes less lucid
    I no longer feel the need to admit
    That I am sick
    For I am starting to forget
    As I become hypothermic