My feet are damp I’m freezing and sweating I feel blind and defenseless with out my fists There are no real sounds This night is dead But I hear a growl though it’s just in my head I thought it was my mind, playing tricks on me Truly a sorry sight to find, I was revealed a mile from my home In a cold snowy field Cold, devoured, and blind In slow misery As I lay here alone, speaking in rhyme.