As I dance on this ice covered floor 

My bare feet prickling at the cold ground. 

My body growing blue but never chivering. 

I think of leaving you. 

Walking right out of your hot hands,

I'd like to never be touched by them again. 

I strap on my dancing shoes with warm soles, and as I walk I feel the warmth melt into the ground, and become cold. 

And I think of leaving you. 

I begin to dance with only myself and the mystical feel, creating a show. 

As I dance I concentrate on my hands and penetrate the thought of yours. 

I dance farther into this cave filled with light, creating more distance between us. 

My fingertips are blue, at the thought of you. 

And suddenly I stop. 

And I think of leaving you. 

I close my eyes and when i open them again the light is gone. 

The light in my eyes is gone. 

I finally chiver, a short sensation. 

And feel my last breath leave my body. 

Blue, all blue, at the thought of you.