Do you know what you are, Michael?
You are cruel, callous
You claim you are creative
But clearly you cannot be
For you are just cringe-worthy and crass
Worst of all
You are cold
You are so cold that your heart is frozen to its core
You are so cold that your crisp soul chills the world around you

You are cold
So cold
You cannot deny it

You're right
I am cold
Let me tell you how cold I am

I am as cold as the frost on your window
You would gaze at it wondering what it was
When really it was nothing but a simple pattern of fractals
You added the mystery not I

I am as cold as snow
In a young boy's hand
Clumped into a ball as he throws it to his companion
Whom reciprocates the gesture
As it unfolds into a great battle of primal urges
But of course they see it as nothing more than fun and games

I am as cold as a cliche milkshake completely filled to brim
With two straws for two lovers who care too much

I am as cold as a Winter's lake ice
I may be thick but it is in this that I casually protect on-comers from the chaotic abyss below
As they teach their children how to skate and smile
Yes for now they will fall but in due time they will be able to glide
And for that moment they are filled with joy and rapture
And perhaps their care free smiles
Could conjure concepts for people to create a world in which we can gladly call home

I am so cold that when you cry and express hurt feelings
I am the one who places my hand on your injury and relieve your pain

You're right I am cold
So cold

And I will never deny it