the chemistry of freezing vs. flying [oldsht]

the chills grew.
spread not unlike that of flies on a rancid carcass of something that was once greater.
but, supposing, all that is rotting away MUST have been something more!
as flowers have surely wilted from roses.
as eyes have surely recognized brighter colors.
as voices surely have shouted louder revolutions!

the chills grew.
passing through veins like cheap cocaine in attempts to make WHAT real?
this nothingness?
i remember when your words carried heart.

the chills grew.
as the thought of death rushed the martyrs.

the chills grew,
when realized you could never die with such dignity.