Glacial

I let the cold smother me,

Not at an attempt to unshackle the eternal flame at constant.

Rather, i will experience exploiting the cool breeze; it will capaciously override my senses.

Each hair stands, begging for shelter,

Any attempt to avoid the uncomfortable state that will cause them to rise in prediction.

Despite their pleas, i remain merciless. 

For this consequence is ours to bear.

Gusts of ice will eventually cause liability - a burden.

Overwhelmed, i will not endeavour.

This will epitomise my inability to ever prevent what's to come.

The cold will comfort me however; it will always engulf every fibre of my being.

You may leave, but the frost will let me divulge. 

It will still hurt no doubt; you are no different.

Leave, 

go back to your sultry palace.

For your warmness impales icicles towards my melting armour. 

I am spared, for my bitterness defends me. 

Because i let the cold smother me.