How I would pick a way out

So I sat there, bleeding out in the freezing Snow.. the perfect scene sat before my eyes. The snow gently covering the trees as it fell from the pall greyish-blue sky, almost a hazey look to it all. the scent of pine and blood filled my nose heavily It was almost a comforting sight, the fuzzy feeling in my head and the beauty of the way I was going to die had me pondering why I even came into the forest that day. Maybe if was fate or maybe if was destiny, either way deep down I know how glad I am to be spilling my warmth over the forest. I was beginning to wonder wether I was going to die from blood loss or from freezing to death.