I'm becoming cold.
Frozen inside.
Stone cold heart.
Bitter tongue.
My short responses becoming icy.
My quick assumptions keeping my mind warm,
Thawed even.
Don't try to touch me,
You'll get frostbite.
Or completely loose a finger when I bite back.
Be glad to make it out intact,
Because I sure as hell didn't.
I'm frozen,
Numb and emotionless.
Though my mind is raw and my mouth ready.
The freezer in my heart hasn't yet reached the venom I store in my throat.
It's burning hot when I spit it in your eyes,
Blinding you.
The ice from my soul is the only antidote,
But, you run screaming before I can give it to you.
Left lonely and cold,
I cry.
Wishing I felt the same warmth I did before.
I could bath in the warmth I felt when I was near you all day,
Never growing old of the feeling.
But, instead I'm cold.
Becoming more and more solid by the second.
