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Asleep in Winter
Your lips, oh how they freeze me.
Pulling me slowly, intertwining
with frosty arms and lusty breath
I'm softly slipping away
into the cold echoes of nothingness.
I'm laid gently in this osseous coffin
as identical snowflakes alight on
newly overturned earth part of
this inheritance I never wanted
and begrudingly accepted to assuage
your fears that I was leaving forever.
But I know I never could
for the cold is all I remember
that could numb the agony
brought about by unrequited love.
Your eyes, how they shatter me.
I'm your greatest work of art
a statue of ice and greed
yet you hate me with blazing ardor
as I will never belong to you
because your muse was stolen
by another wintry wraith
whose soul is lost
sold for two cents
no-one wants to hear.
