Desperation

Biting winds, bitter cold
diesel fumes and food thats old
This si what i wasn't told
Look up on the evening sky, the temperature drop and i want to die
So i toss and turn, try to sleep only to find dangeraus fumes, they do creep
Pop the hatch in a hurry, only to meet a blizzards flurry
So get back in and hold my breath
hope the smell wont warrent death
I pass out..
is this the end?
Only for the day to start again..