My heart aches while chills line with my spine.
I'm losing my breath to the air.
Coolness is running through me like a lighting bolt.
My blood in my body is turning to ice.
How can this happen to me?
I'm falling asleep in darkness.
My heart starts to calm down slowy.
I'm so cold that I can't feel my own body.
Breathing with my rasp breath, I sleep in silence.
I started to hear owls and crickets.
Now all I hear are small sounds.
I lay there just hopeless.
I have no feeling.
My heart stops and I realized, I died.
I died of hyperthermia.
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Poems Of The Unknown
PoetryDifferent ways of life is not important, but the experience of life is. The world works in mysterious ways, but its up to us to decide what path we chose. Evil or Good. Dark or Light.
