The cold
There is a noise behind me
But I dare not look
Maybe if I don’t look it will leave
Perhaps it will forget me all together
But I cannot resist looking
It is the human in me that tells me to
And every time I look
No matter how strongly I resist
Maybe I think, it will be something else
But every time it is the same
The chill of death
So cold it makes a sound
Yet so cold its warm
But it is not death I fear
It is the thrill I feel each time I turn
That maybe in place of death
I shall feel something else
Maybe the warmth of love
But each time it is the same
But I dare not look
Maybe if I don’t look it will leave
Perhaps it will forget me all together
But I cannot resist looking
It is the human in me that tells me to
And every time I look
No matter how strongly I resist
Maybe I think, it will be something else
But every time it is the same
The chill of death
So cold it makes a sound
Yet so cold its warm
But it is not death I fear
It is the thrill I feel each time I turn
That maybe in place of death
I shall feel something else
Maybe the warmth of love
But each time it is the same