I do not belong here, nor there.
Among these lovers of ice
Amidst these frozen lullabies
I am lost and I am blind.
The wasteland encompasses me
Whisper shivers of a foreign language
It will consume me soon
I can feel the crystals in my veins.
The first cracks are emerging now
I feel them slaking across my skin
Slicing through parts of me that were once whole
My gods find no foothold here amongst the snow
A spark would be my redemption
but my finger shake and will not make a spark
I think that my final act will be a cry
From a silent throat, then I will shatter and be no more
One more step across this shuddering stillness
One more intake of this air that burns with cold
The frost grows ever, ever closer
And I scream, why have you all forsaken me?
I burn with winter's chill,
ReplyDeleteBut I scour the blasted landscape.
Failure is not an option in this place.
I will leave it with her at my side, or not at all.
I bring unfathomable heat.
It burns within me unabated.
Though winter winds my scour my flesh,
you provide the fuel to keep my fire blazing.
We will leave this place together, you and I.