Dying

I became so cold my legs went numb,
This isn't a game, this isn't for fun.
I'm dying slowly, I'm dying quick,
Why does it matter, it's just a trip.
My skin turns pale, my eyelids shut,
My bones protrude, I don't have the gut.
I'm consumed by her, he has me in his hold,
This is rapidly turning old.
I want to be gone, I want to be free,
I don't even know who's inside of me.
I lay down slow, cold and stiff,
The earth buries me fairly swift.