this cold feeling suddenly envelopes me and i'm tired of feeling like i'm winter. i can't shake the chill as it covers me completely and i shiver but there is no relief. ohhh... i suddenly feel very sleepy... i suddenly feel very warm. let me sit here, resting peacefully on this park bench. who knew that death could be so inviting. the brisk winter wind takes away my breathe i see it swept from my lips. this wintery grave, none it forgave it takes all into it's prison. but this cold... slips into the heat of the night.. my fright escapes my mind and i am comfortable in this death... the cold on my skin reacts with the warm in my brains contradicting and redirecting and shutting down and failing knowing it's dying... it's dead.