Coldness, a parasite to my soul; making my ghost inside my bones quiver.
Nothing can dismember it’s frost.
I’m so cold.
But,
You appear as a raging fire,
Wanting to extinguish you, my shivering spirit clutches onto your skin. Craving your warmth: to sink in like blood on fur, to feed the ravenous cold that’s so bitter it growls at the searing sun.
Thus, you ablaze reflected in my eyes, invented an ultimate revelation;
To heat this cold it must starve,
To fill the hole I must turn my body to charcoal,
And decay in the Death Valley...