Three.

"My heart decayed and deadened
By this ravenous winter
For see this end is frozen
Begins this timeless winter"

 

This isn't death. . . _{Is it?}

 

This is so strange. Before this winter my heart felt like it was rotting; in this winter my heart feels like it’s decaying. There’s a huge difference. It hurt before. Rotting is painful, but decaying feels dead.

 

I feel dead. Am I dead? I know I’m dying, but have I reached the end? Is this what this winter is?

 

This can’t be the end. This isn’t right. This can’t be death. I still have consciousness! I want nothing! I want death! Not winter! I want the end and I want it now!

 

I’m frozen. Time isn't moving, I'm not moving, nothing is moving. I cold. I'm frozen in every sense of the word. Oh lord, this can’t be death. This isn’t right. This isn’t death. I know it’s not. I'm positive. Mostly. Reassurance. I need reassurance. Reassure me.

 

This isn’t death. . . _{Is it?}