My body shivers in the moonlight
And my breath looks like spirits floating by.
As the dying embers of a long burning flame
Dissipate into the cold night sky.
The rhythm of my heart shows its beat
As death of silence lingers about.
Hoping beyond hope and more
That I can overcome this persisting doubt.
The numbness courses throughout my body
I cannot feel my hands or feet,
I refuse to give up so easily
And give into this defeat.
I wish to scream out into this night
Until my voice is found,
But the cold is so very cold
And the freeze has me bound.
I long to be back to where I was before this perilous night.
Back in the warmth out of this cold
And away from death’s delight.
The icy cold frozen grasp of death
As I struggle to catch my breath,
Tightens so tightly around my chest
As I lie upon my frozen rest.
A flash before me blinds my eyes
And voices I hear about,
I focus my eyes to see what I see
As I try to begin to shout.
You sons-a-b*****s, you got me again.
I swear there won’t be a third.
I fell for it once so shame on me.
You’ll all get yours, you heard?
Now stop all of your laughing
Your trickery and your teasers,
Open this damn door
And get me out of this walk-in freezer.
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