All my scars are inside,
The skin is just duct tape sealing, not healing ,
You know how they put all the bad kids in a corner together?
Yeah, same thing happened here,
All the bad sealed away in one body , the little goodness that was got overwhelmed by its opposite , and you know how opposites attract.
So all that is left is a ball of mass and flesh bathing in the bad that echoes in my ear trying to pour out and contaminate the world. I am a vessel of faults waiting to be doused by ice. Sometimes the heat burns like steam , my organs are scalded and ashy , waiting for ice to heal them. Oh how I love the biting cold, frosted veins frozen in time, blue like my heart and thin like my pride. The frigid air in my frail lungs, filling them with brittle promises which break at the first ray of warmth. I love the cold, I embrace it. Goosebumps break out on my skin in the winter, another obstacle for the prisoners trying to escape. But I don't care anymore. I want to bury myself in the snow and feel it melting on my skin, freezing my faults in place so that they don't utter a single word, and the fountain spewing from my brain can freeze to death, please just somebody stop this already.
Please. I can't even find it in me to whisper anymore. I don't want to move. I want to give myself over to the cold and end it all. Freeze the faults in the vault that pounds against my ribs and be free. Free, frail and shivering, oh how lovely that would be.
