I'll go with ice and maybe death will come to offer me a frosty rest. I know I'll feel no pain, as all my limbs grow numb. I'll sleep beneath a comforter of snow. The body's wise. First nose and ears and toes seem distant, silent. I'll try not to care. My chest and arms I'll willingly expose. To fight against injustice, I don't dare. When I despair, I simply give up hope. No more I feel the burn of jealousy and pride subsides and anger too. I cope with loss, with grief. Indifference sets me free. My flame burnt out. I know it seems unkind, but nothing matters. Trick is not to mind.