67 Degrees

Chains of ice surround my neck
My skin is cold and tinged with red
I claw and claw my flesh body
As if it will ignite a fire

Crawling up my arms and legs
A thousand shivers take their rest
I beg and plead for them to cease
But they will never want release

I cried to heaven a hundred times
Countered by a darkened sky

I claw and claw and claw and claw
But it is only 67 degrees