Cold. Dreadfully cold, I am.

Blood dripping from my fingers. A knife in my hand. Big round eyes. Can hear myself sob.
I feel the air on my cheeks. My chin. My skin. It's getting cold. Colder for every moment standing here. Soon it will begin to snow, but only in my soul.

Afraid. Dreadfully afraid. For the blood dripping from my fingers. The knife in my hand. My big round eyes.
Screaming. Intense.

Blood. Fingers. Knife. Eyes. Faint.

My body gets colder. All heat leaves it.... For good.

White silence, in the form of snow, takes my place.