I’ve escaped into Summer’s Eclipse,
Where the frost flows continuously from your frozen lips.
It’s numbed my bones and pierced my skin,
and ceased every knock from the vessel within.

They say if you tame the body, you’ll tame the soul,
So, there’s hope that I’ll gain some kind of control.
You question why but don’t ask me,
They tell me I’ve traded my brain for a pea.
For the mind is a grave we bury ourselves in,
I tell you, who we are, where we’ve been,
All’s the same once you’re dead,
Your life’s a sweater you’ve worn to a thread.

I’m clouding two thoughts and producing no rain,
Give me a moment, I’ll try to explain:
Consideration, admiration,
I’m not really getting anywhere with this presentation,
of who I should be and who I am,
I’ve chosen to be cordial rather than condemn.

That’s not to say sincerity is vain,
(I’d argue that ego is what we should blame),
But I’d imagine silence would prove me more bold,
And keep me upright in this freezing cold.

Now, to address the former, I say this,
I would have taken the Winter in your kiss,
But time, it ages, and so it goes:
Pride is costlier than a rose.