And The Cold Appears To Effect It Too - Tumblr Posts

I'm incredibly cold, it's my fault because I left the door open, but I don't want to close it... So here's poetry instead.

the chill grows stronger as flesh it devours, limbs grow blue and grey under those ice cold eyes,

as the cold encases it's own body, warmer does it's soul grow, he feels alive when the cold days come,

wrapped in fur, and longing for warmth,he feels his fingers start to ice over, like long abandoned ice creams in a freezer,

they whisper into a pot of tea, their feet growing solid with the cold,

til all grows quiet, and nothing moves... that's when their disguise starts to dance,

she takes off her coat, sandals flapping on her feet, bare arms, and pyjama trousers,

and she dances, twists and bends, graceful with no grace there, she yells silently,

punches the air, twists beyond the limits that her mind uses to stop her,

as she stands on the edge of a cliff, waiting for her true occupant to take control.

he stands on the edge, looking down, not up, taking in the beauty of the forbidden,

the dangerous and the dead, fish swim long laps inside his head, but they'll stop soon,

if he doesn't leave, the cold waters of his being will freeze, the spoken word ends,

the memories fade, and all he will be is an empty fishpond, the same as so many already lost.

then they come, back from the realities he forgot existed.. just for a moment.

and he hides, the girl takes control, careful words, and gentle eyes, best not to reveal the monsters inside.