Dead Ice

drip, drip, drip,
drops pound into every crevice of my cracked porcelain skin
how can i argue with a logic as cold like ice as yours?
When will you be able to feel my strong warming affection for you?
i can't kill off these thoughts anymore...

Keep walking down your lonely slippery path,
iced over with the coldness you show to me
The freezing lakes suck the heat from my heart
as i dance and trip after you on thin ice.

Realization is only found for you
far up in the dripping grayness of the winter sky
only the most sheltered of souls can reach that so coveted path
helped by those who warm and light the way
when not frozen into the deadly winter scene.
Keep taking those stinging cold breaths
of dead life which haunt yourself
in the deep spaces of your own confines.

Look for my ice pick and dagger
to tear down the frozen walls
of which you are trapped behind
allow my hand to grab your own
and take you to a better place
away from the barren winter wasteland,
dead life buried
in the frozen hearts you scorched with cold love.