It was Winter.

Temperature's droppping,
Skin's firming,
Light's dimming,
Body's headed for an overload.
Information's processing
Eye's melting
Teeth rotting
Air's never fresh
Pollution's taking over.
Floor's messy,
Wall's messy
Self's messy.
Over crowded?
Too much room?
Perfect.
Fat's fat,
Skinny's skinny,
Call a spade a spade