As my fingers slowly start to go numb, I'm laying down and it's starting to crawl up my arm.
Opening my eyes only to open the shutters and realize what's relying beyond my eye lids.
I feel as though this cold is enveloping into my chest, but my shoulders are now giving in to this affect.
A spider continues to run up my arm, and I'm giving in to this numb lullaby.
Count me out, every relevant matter is becoming apart of my addictive rambling; each text book brings me irony.
People can be shallow, and that's what will push the deepest; it's like cold metal with more metaphors than one.
Acquired taste comes short with my lack of integrity, and my lack of spontaneity; though full of emotions, I'm still as apathetic as ever.
Everything that goes deep is only a figment of your imagination; all you're doing is drowning in the kiddy pool, and they don't make life jackets for that.
The life guard isn't going to give you CPR, because the thing you're suffocating on isn't water, you're choking on your own lung.
As cold matter crawls up to my ribs, I can tell that the null is going to take affect throughout my body, and there is no check up for unreasonable coldness.
I'm caring things that are too cold, next time ask someone else to carry your soda can.
