I feel as if you can tell that I've lost
my mind, my heart,
everything I moved for back at the start.
There is a rush of something unknown
within my body which takes me to dark
places, places of fear and pain and horror.
Places where your face turns to ash
when I'm not looking, where Death
holds my fate in its icy fingers.
I am intertwined with the shadows,
unseen gore dripping from my limbs
when I move, trickling through my skin.
Poison. I am being stained
by the black blood slowing me down
and as it heats up,
I feel it creeping into my lungs.
There is only so long before the cold returns
to save me from boiling alive.