Cold

Cold
Colder than a winter's night
My fingers blue
My teeth chattering
My skin goose pimpled like you wouldn't believe
And even if I found gasoline
I don't think it could warm me
Am I dead?
Am I dying?
Is there any point in trying?
My heart beats slower and slower
Every thump feeling weaker and weaker
Almost as if there was a drum in the distance
Getting farther and farther away
Silence
So quiet I hear my hair grow
No breath, no blood, no life is left in me
Just a cold and broken shell
Of what I used to be.