Warm Rain 2

By now my breath shows my life
and my skin's gone more sickly pale
All sounds fade from my ears
The air grows surprisingly stale

I push myself back to lean against a tree
as my hand finds a cold slither of steel
The only familiar feeling
that proves my life is real

The coldness kisses my skin
The warmth is released and warms my mind
dripping onto my clothing a red plasma
The thickness sticks and heat abides

Covered in blood and finally warm
I lay against the tree and close my eyes
Falling asleep with finally a smile
As the life I know, now dies

I finally found my warm rain..