Shiver

I want to touch that coldness in you
that’s robbed you of your life
icicles ripped your soul apart
and bled you just for spite
Its chill and loathing protected you
or so you may have thought
but now its prisoner you have become
and life could reach you not
Adjusted to the tears you cry
that freeze upon your face
like jagged lines on a map
that one can barely trace
Some semblance of life must still remain
in your eyes I see a flicker
I feel the love you give to me
yet coldness makes you bitter
The chill has made you feel unworthy
of love and life and me
the fact that you are still alive
gives proof you want to be free
I want to touch that coldness in you
that’s robbed you of your life
icicles ripped you soul apart
and bled you just for spite