my nightmare has become reality.
the threat to my sanity, tangible.

i feel it seep up my veins, tracing my quaking body.
i feel it spread through my lungs, piercing my chest
like Winter's air.

my deaths has kissed me.
my end has skimmed my soul, colliding in mental chaos.
Death has left me cold and empty.
a carcass. just take me.
there is no need for tease.
the flame no longer burns me. the flame no longer licks my hand.
my eyes have no color.
ah, pale demise, touch me.

night awaits. i want to be ready.