Frostbite

May tonight, I'll do things twice,

And walk through this city of ice,

Burning myself on the frost so cold,

Winter's touch being old.

Encasing all that passes through it's halls,

Freezing in between it's walls,

Lay the unfortunate victims of a scorn so chilling,

Of all those willing.

Those who had walked, so carefully still,

Those who had fallen ill,

With the sickness that wrenches the heart from the chest,

And shatters around, just like the rest.

Still, through this ghost town, I walk without aim,

Opening doors to find someone to blame,

That hopefully, it will somehow subside,

The crushing weight I so desperately hide.

Still, through this town, I walk in vain,

With the company of isolation and the self going insane,

I wonder what's become of the people who once walked,

The ones who once loved, who planned, and talked.

Maybe they too, have fallen ill in this town,

Where chilled smiles freeze to frown,

To somber, to dampen, the soul that burns hot,

Was this really all for naught?

Does my journey end here, with myself in my arms?

Me, who was once immune to all harms?

Invincible, immortal, not easily slain,

To wither and die, was my walk in vain?

Still, I drag my feet across,

An inn. Propping my torso across,

The ice bound seats, as I shake without control,

A feeling on the back of my soul...

A hand, somewhat warm, despite all the cold,

Winter's touch, one so old,

Yet does it still, cross my spine,

Working it's way up, claiming what's mine.

Calling it it's own, for reasons unknown,

Never again, will I be shown,

The city that once bustled with steam,

With happiness, with joy, or so it would seem...

That this town - almost exactly like the old,

Has fallen victim to Winter's touch - cold.

Frozen between these shattering halls,

Statue-like between the walls.

No longer to move, like a body without a beat,

And only now, do I rest my feet...

For this walk has gone, only in vain...

And left me breathless, and positively insane.

A corpse left, with the pains of chill,

A heart now stopping, leaving it's will,

Behind within, a body that once would smile,

And try to make everything worth while.

Author's Note

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