Just want to allow the cold to take me over. To let it flood through my body like a rolling wave, washing away the pain into a depth of numbness, forcing it at bay to flee and hide. Waiting for the clouds to wash over my eyes, to feel the lids become droopy, to let my eyes close to the darkness, to wait for the rush of relief to finally come to me. I need the screams that deafen me to be turned into the gentle sounds of a breeze flowing through the trees, into the sounds of birds singing the sweet welcome of spring, the crickets chirping as night falls, the rippling of water down over the rocks at the stream. I want it to carry me away from this hellish being, to take me away to wherever it may lead, to cradle me in it's warmth, to accept my flaws and kiss my scars away, to hold my hand and cradle my head against it's chest, to take me to a final place of safety where the demons can never reach me again. Let it come to me.
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