Enjoy.

The cold breeze.
Chills your body to the bone.
The plague that makes you freeze.
In eternal cryostasis now shone.

Freeze.
Inside out.
Feel the breeze.
Of your body freezing as you shout.

In pain.
In death.
Died in vain.
As you freeze so cold you see your breath.

Cryostasis when you dare.
Cure the cold.
A solid ice block, you can't care.
You would be so old.

If you hadn't freeze.
So infectious time is a cold platter.
As you see your breath in the breeze.
As ice forms on living matter.

Trees, animals, and fish.
And once living things.
You won't have a final wish.
As cold is what it brings.

As long as it has cells.
It is infected, and it will spread.
Once you hear the disease bells.
You are dead.

Cryostasis spreads.
You can tell.
You fill with dread.
When you hear the bell.

No one to save.
Nothing but ice blocks.
RED ice blocks I gave.
As time forever freezes on clocks.

As you are all dead.
Frozen forever.
From legs to your head.
Chances of living? Never.

Hypo-hemothermia death.
Hypothermia kill.
Hypo-osteothermia's cold breath.
Hypo-epidermisthermia shall still.

Still your body alive.
There isn't a cure, everyone has it.
So there isn't anything to strive.
Strive for. So give up, and don't have wit.

Muscle, bone, blood, organs, and skin.
Red slosh ice.
Bark, sap, stem, and leaves so thin.
Ice, down to the smallest grain of rice.

Time to chill.
Chill everything on a global scale.
As it will still.
Everything on Earth will be pale.

Pale cold ice.
Cryostasis for the living.
Roll the dice.
Death is what I'm giving.

Your one chance.
To freeze.
And freeze others, with a single dance.
In the winter breeze.

Cryostasis slush.
You shall freeze.
And be flush.
Of life as you see your breath in the hot breeze.

One final time.
Your heart shall beat.
And the clock and bell chime.
To your final defeat.

But yet I mettle.
I save your living matter.
And the plague begins to settle.
Settle and the ice begins to shatter.

You fall to the floor.
A voice in your head.
I save you, a man so poor.
A scientist, one that should be dead.

"Dear final human mind,.
You lost.
A cure you have yet to find.
But at what cost?"

"You were the last.
Work with me here.
Become a carrier, a cast.
For my final decision so mere."

"Become my host.
Become my mold.
You were immune the most.
With me, you'll be immune to the cold."

"Dear doctor, the last.
Everyone else had died.
Become my mold, my cast.
My image. After all, they lied."

"They never tried.
To make a cure.
They all cried.
As I took them, they were your lure."

"Call me Cryo-pestilince dear.
Or Cryo will work as well.
Let go of your hate, and don't shed a tear.
You are useful, you are their bell."

"You are my carrier host.
#7,599,402,359.
I care for you the most.
You will be fine."

"I always wanted a human form."
A sentient plague. How funny.
To me, this is the norm.
Being cold on a day so warm and sunny.

Shows they are still around.
Morphing my body to their liking.
As I hear snow crunch on the ground.
And the ice start spiking.

I was a man.
Now I'm a host.
Lost to the cryostasis and ran.
Ran into my old self. A ghost.

A ghost of myself. So mean.
Why me?
"Don't you get it, Dean?
I wanted us both to become we."

"I made you immune in the first place.
Zero.
You are technically my creation, so I lace.
Lace your genes with mine. You are my hero"

Cryo, what do you mean?
I made you save?
There is no way you lean.
Lean on me after what you gave.

"It's true. You saved me.
I'm now your mom and dad.
I'm sentient, I wanted us both to be we.
You are what make me glad"