It burns me thoroughly, the winter air against my skin
As I stand outside it feels like home
The sky is opaque just like my soul
But it's okay. I don't want to go inside
It comes every year
Every Winter, colder than the last
But this time it feels different
Comforting, like a destined freeze of doom
So quite, so strong
It's a blizzard inside of me and it fills me up, helps me breathe
Living cold,I belong here
It is not the end, but a cold, cruel beginning
I enjoy the frostbite
making me ice
making me solid
Frozen
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