Choking on the midnight wind
Air so cold you best not spit
Streetlights illuminate the world around you, the snow reflecting their rays like a mirror to the sun, the moon filling in the darker voids that can't be reached
For a moment you're filled with a melancholy beauty as you watch the snowflakes parade down from the clouds above as gentle as a lullaby.
Your spine twitches from the cold,
How long have you been walking?
A glance at your watch tells you it's 1:30am.
Three and a half hours.
You can feel yourself being taken by a virus
Bone by bone the cold creeps up from your toes
Coughing hysterically as the frozen temperatures reach your lungs, thoughts racing through your head.
How far are you from home?
Where were you going?
Why did you leave?
Your heart stops as you see it all before you
A myriad of images stream across your consciousness.
All the pain, the anger, the fear coming up for seconds from the unfinished feast that is your sanity
Ice replaces your blood as darkness eclipses your vision
A fading glimmer of hope for survival is extinguished as you are tied into the straight jacket we call death.
The lullaby continues to fall from above, slow and majestic, encasing you in a blanket of peace and quiet. The perfect harmony.
Just what you were looking for.