Terminal Frost
Everything revolves around Nothing
Absolute Inconclusion
I am Cold and I am Rejected
Not Once… But Every time I hurl my love on an Unsuspecting Soul,
it seems that they are not Aware… not Ready
This Cold expands from the tips of my fingers,
to every Sliver of Nerve left in my Trembling Flesh
I become Aware that this Chill generates not from the air around me,
but from the Last Breath on my lips
I feel my eyes heavily close and then open again,
as if a few seconds of Blindness would reveal any Change
While my Soul is not untainted, my Heart is pure
But it's Silence only highlights the Frost in my bones
Like a child Punished my love retracts itself into the Ice
Not Afraid… just not Willing
So Much was here
So Warm
Now encased forever in this Terminal Frost
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