it wont snow where your going. you feel the blood strem down your face. and your heart beat go for its final race. the blood feels warm as your body grows cold. you feel a tear roll down your pail cheek. want to wipe it but your feeling to weak. its bitter cold. you cant feel your feet. you can count the hours by the slow of your heartbeat. your all alone watching your self breathe. wishing for a little reasurence that life doesnt have you beat. taking a step back looking at the life you once lead. sitting sulking in the feeling of the dead. so numb so cold you'd never think you'd feel this old. you feel the death take you from feet to up to head. thinking of the things you never said. sitting there on your deathbed. wishing you never took that bullet to the head.