• My blood runs cold against my face,
    as your hand slides down my cheek.
    Frostbite never felt so,
    good.
    And dying never felt so,
    right.
    Cuts stab the icey pain,
    through my mind,
    freezing my sense,
    where it sits.
    Dead.
    Your lips caressing my,
    self condemtion.
    And your arms wrapped around,
    my fighting heart attack.
    The snow and rain,
    pile upon my limp pieces.
    My hands frozen against,
    your chest.
    And my lips stuck iced,
    against yours.
    And as I shut my eyes,
    for my last goodbye,
    I know we will last.
    Maybe not forever,
    but for a a long time.

    So there we lay,
    Frozen Hearts