Frost

Smoke on a layer of ice
a quarter of a year, lived a lie
a dewy window pane
outside a deserted lane
jittering teeth, a frozen tear
numb limbs, a heart in fear
no sensation at palm ends
is this where the journey begins or life ends?
nerves craving for a feeling
skin thirsty for a healing
lips dried up and pale
gaping at their tale
tired of asking questions
worn out of their explanations
hands folded, crossed legs
the chill now reaches the brain
the soul doesnt bleed again
pale blue eyes have forgotten to complain
if pain can replace inadequecy,
then let pain show thy some mercy
if a burn can replace this emptyness
then let her light her furnace
and fill up this cold room with her fire
let to the sun, the frost aspire.