ice water shot through through my veins that's almost as cold as the barren landscape of my mind. one by one every single cell in my body, becomes numb to the point of insanity. arms no longer move. head unable to be lifted. so you stare at the agonizingly white ceiling, and try to keep your eyes open long enough to see something with any sort of meaning. something my brain can hold on to for fear of losing the humanity that's left. so I paint your blue eyes with the will I still have; trying so hard to capture the light that the sun himself injected straight into them. and by fate or by chance, I can sometimes get the color of them exactly right. the one and only shade of any color that returns some feeling back to me.