It is deadly and biting and chill
The way it streaks past my face
Attacks my hands, pushes me to finish before I get hurt.
It holds on, seeps through my protection, dares me to hide.
But what if I don't want to?
This feeling, this chill in my bones
Is like an old friend, deadly and lovely.
It won't let me speak, freezing my knuckles so I stop
But I fight through the pain.
It is beautiful. So painfully beautiful.
The ice cold cutting through
Past the sunlight trying to reach me, but it fights back.
I could stay here until it takes me
Let it freeze my body until I am but a statue
A cautionary tale of love and desire
I could stay here but I choose to hide, I choose to come inside
To save my hands