The quiet is like a blanket that slowly smothers
the cold creates a delicious numbing feeling
that ever so slowly creeps up the body
starting in the toes and fingers and
spreading through the body like blood rushes through
I could reach for the many blankets all around me
bury beneath them to have warm battle cold
giving warmth the fighting chance
but here I sit relishing in the cold
as it slowly spreads through winning the
battle against my body heat
I take a twisted pleasure in the cold
like a child does when they know they shouldn’t
touch the hot thing but they touch it anyways
just so they know the feel
I know what cold feels like
but I feel the need to feel it once more
the last memory of it fading as I replace
it with the new memory with the familiar but
still new sensations
because unlike the child who doesn’t know better
I know exactly what the cold will do
welcoming it like an old friend
as the cold sweeps through undefeated
numb it’s aid in the war will come rushing
quickly behind to quash any warmth or feelings
left fighting for life
it’s the numbing feeling that will reign victorious
as the cold kills the warmth
the numb acts as the only blanket I need
killing the voices in my head
killing the emptiness I feel
welcoming me with open arms
with a smirk on it’s face
knowing it has once again one the battle
with no resistance from it’s host.