What? What is this? What is this feeling? It tingles, it feels warm; so comfortable. I could snuggle in it forever.
Now it used to feel warm. Now it used to be comfortable. It feels cold. Colder than absolute zero. It hurts. Hurts more than a thousand gashes I put on my arm What mysterious pain; yet forlorn.
I shouldn't be making a poem when I'm supposed to do homeworks