Everything I touch turns cold

Making life icy and alone

And as the black waters laps over the grey shore

I can’t help but wonder

What the sun feels like against pale skin

                                              

Maybe like a corpse on fire

Or a blanket on a wet stone

I will never know

Because everything I touch turns to snow



One day the sun will cure me

Of my blizzard curse

And drive away my bitterness



Could I be happy?

After all the things I’ve seen?

Bodies, deaths, storms, murders

Maybe I am heartless, cold, and bitter