Vasoconstriction/Penetrating Cold

The blood pools down in the pads of my feet
With each step heels feel such icy pain
Hands are numb and colored plum
But somehow still I live

I choose the path of the Necromancer
A slow death, creeping up behind me
Immersed in a world swaying around
my vision after two days begins to cloud

As I exhale the cigarette smoke I can taste it
A bitter metal in the back of my throat
And a bit more each time I set my head back
And it spins all around like an early morning bat
Written by ANATNOM_GNIREFFUS (Suffering Montana)
Author's Note
Had a strange time experimenting with the alchemists' decoctions.
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