Cold

Cold is like a shiver going down my spine.
I feel old and abandoned like a lost and forgotten mine.

It’s frozen fingers caressing my face
Slowing down my heart to an even slower pace

Cold is the temperature of its heart.
It’s full of cracks and splits apart.

It doesn’t care about death or life.
For money it’ll kill your children and wife.

It’s locked me into its mental mind.
It’s abusive the opposite of gentle and kind.

How did I reach this horrible state?
It hypnotized me to become its mate.

I’m trapped by its violence.
If I want to live I must stay in silence.

I’m like a stolen lamb, full of fears.
People can’t hear my screams, nobody hears.

I can’t even find a way out.
I’m so sick I can’t give out a shout.

I guess I’ll stay here in its cold.
Its cold that makes me feel numb and old.

You are the thing that froze me in place.
I know I will die if I even look at your face.

It’s because you don’t have one.