patchwork child

frigid solitude

palace carved of ice
a frozen solace
a castle built for one
freezing air that strikes needles to skin
and burning in the lungs
somewhere safe
but somewhere cold
it's lonely
this castle mine
i've lost the key
did i ever really want it?
i don't think the outside world is for me
i don't think i could ever go back
i think i'm content here
or maybe that's another lie
oh, how beautiful it is
in my frigid solitude