Hypothermia

Cold and bleeding and alone.
No chance to die.
Seeping beneath flesh and making bones ache.
cold.
cold.
Ice crawls beneath my skin,
Frigid,
Bitter heart,
Numbing thoughts and feelings.
Cold.
Cold.
My lips become blue,
My eyes turning white,
My skin is paler than snow.
Dead before, dead again.
Cold.
COLD.
Tonight my lips are too frozen for another scream.
Inside I feel dead and alone,
For centuries I have "lived,"
Mocking the mortal races.
Now they wish to mock me,
But me, they do not perceive.
COLD.
COLD.
I need warm blood to rush in my brittle veins,
To run sweetly over my tongue...
Something that will not come,
As I die again.
As I die again alone.
cold.
cold.