Hypothermia from Exothermia by C∆IRNS

It’s 60 degrees
But it feels so cold
It’s September and I’m
Chilled to the bone
I’m exothermic
I need your love
Or I’ll freeze to death
In my own cold blood
It’s 50 degrees
But everything’s frozen
It’s October and the water
Just can’t keep goin
The longer I lie here
The harder to know
Am I sprawled on beach
Or sprawled in the snow

Is this love
Or just hypothermia
It feels warm just like they say
Are you just a cute hallucination
Here to send me on my way
I hate to impose on an apparition
But if it’s no imposition
Would you please stay
Are you no more than a manifestation
Of death inside the brain

It’s quiet in here
But my head is a racket
I think myself in circles
As matter of habit
The vents are always closed
And covered with felt
So it’s painfully cold
But it’s quiet as hell
For half of my tiny life
I’ve been staring at
Microscopic pixels thinking
I was preparing for
Red rocks
Ted talks
Widespread acclaim
Surely there was not enough blood in my brain

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