Terminal Frost

Everything revolves around Nothing Absolute Inconclusion I am Cold and I am Rejected Not Once… But Every time I hurl my love on an Unsuspecting Soul, it seems that they are not Aware… not Ready This Cold expands from the tips of my fingers, to every Sliver of Nerve left in my Trembling Flesh I become Aware that this Chill generates not from the air around me, but from the Last Breath on my lips I feel my eyes heavily close and then open again, as if a few seconds of Blindness would reveal any Change While my Soul is not untainted, my Heart is pure But it's Silence only highlights the Frost in my bones Like a child Punished my love retracts itself into the Ice Not Afraid… just not Willing So Much was here So Warm Now encased forever in this Terminal Frost