
I stand, in darkness and in desolation, fighting for but one warm breath. The moon is so dull that I can hardly see the ground. My hands in a twine, sparks a match, but the cold air blows it out. My eyes freeze, I can’t blink, my death was intended t...o be seen. My skin is so blue it shows off to the sky, which has become black, darkness. My teeth chatter as we slowly freeze...-life is just a death, and am as cold as anyone could ever ...