Frozen Loss
The frost burns me.biting the surface of skin
that serves as my first protection,
gaining leaverage over my defenses.
it climbs
till it's gruesome claw,
grasps the area of my heart.
Then the cycle begins.
freezing my heart
until it's core becomes stone,
yet the squeezing grows with it's greed,
from the sacrifice's irrelevent,
mortal
soul.
feeding never ending hunger...
Alone I watch the beings beyond the windows;
peaceful,original things.
I continue to watch till my heated
breath falls
upon my glass sheild.
as my love plumits in abyss...
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