“colder...” was all it whispered,
  its voice as soft as a child,
  its intent as powerful as
  its being.
i struggled with my passions,
  with my life and with
  my choices.

“colder...”

“i can no longer play this
  game.” i spoke finally,
  removing the veil from
  before my eyes.

and the world appeared…
my steps behind me…
and a path off in the distance…

cold and confused, i attempted
  to continue.