You don't even care if I am covered in chilly everywhere.
My mind is colorless when I think about cold death
and the smog of demonstrified snides are sly and fly
at the tops of their tiers when they capture my eyes
I am immediately stolen to a frozen room and I die there.
If this isn't the end for you, I want it to end before
your superficial lust turns sour to kiss and gone with dust.