A little chilled.

Silver shears clip my heart into thousands of pieces;

And they begin

dripping a blueish pale taint onto moist dark earth.

Fertilizing the memories until a terrible cold blooms.

Falling.

They freeze mid-air, these droplets of pearly glow.

A seed of mans desire, from my present case,

reminding my hollow eyes of what can be.

And all that I have burned from my soul.