Paracosm

Dive in head first, my frost queen Suffering between the narrow walls of the ravine Medusa or machine? There is no between Turn me to stone or write me off in code But before I leave unwillingly, I'll remind myself that you all but crucified me under a swinging chandelier flickering morse code for “no mercy” Hold a pencil and a textbook to my throat And maybe then I’ll learn I’m blowing oxygen on weak matches And asking why I’m doing all the work For smoke clouds in return Reinventing the wheel To set my tracks deep into this learning curve While hills crumble behind me But the view is still obscured Showers of acid Leave it to me to swallow the poison so you're ensured a safer exit I'm blowing oxygen into the other end of the breathing mask And wondering why I'm losing consciousness I'm ticking off the days a calendar at a time Scratching through my leg skin like a lottery ticket I refuse not to win Rub your hands together and call it warmth But how come I saw you clawing for the ice sheet you were just crawling towards Everything must crystalize Tears freeze on your cheek and numb the nerves That once told you, you were too weak Like these half broken matches I keep finding Lighting up my fingers and blowing hot air on the tips And wondering why I'm losing all my energy For black ash and blue lips Well I remember radiating your only source of light that you now scorn But I forgot that you don’t need me Rub your hands together and call it warmth