Dead…Almost

Blood crawls down my arms…

My head screams in pain…

All feeling is lost, feigned.

There is no joy…

No hate…

No sorrow…

Only rage, anger for the living,

The free

Free they are from such places as these.

Free from the walls of ice and stone,

No warmth for these old bones.

My rage is fading and the end comes close

Everything but me is dead…almost