Winters End
Colder then ever before.
A chill that just won't end.
My body is frozen still.
I don't dare move.
For the pain is more then I can bare.
Sharp needles constantly attacking my feet.
A hunger for something I don't have to eat.
A desire to be complete and full.
Time seems as if it stands still.
I know that can't be as much as it seems to be.
A trickery of the mind.
Hypothermia is so close I can touch it, taste it, and as I do so well to embrace it.
If that the way it has to be.
Facing my destiny.
No sadness at all.
Even if I die standing here, or I'm overcome and happen to fall.
An injury to boot.
Just get a gun and please shoot.
Take my wallet, take my cloths, take everything only leaving cold naked body for all to see.
Just look at all those scars indeed.
Their can be no humiliation once you dead.
So their no worries.
This is my winters end.
No body ever remembers when a life begins.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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