My mind is numb
My skin cold from the ice in my veins
I'm a corpse that's alive
I'm awake after I died
My fingertips are thorns
My nails are frost
My knuckles are gems
So as I punch, They are lost
My eyes are glass
As I blink and cry they crack
My throat is sore
I dare not scream anymore
My mouth is a rose
That died before it's bloom
My lips are petals
And they burn as I kiss the devils heirlooms
My back is stem
That lovers break
As they try to rescue the daisies
That aren't in my head, but they're still fake
My body is a garden
That winter will always touch
It isn't groomed or seeded
So my heart's weeds will flourish in this rust