Frostbite

Frostbit fingertips caress the razor's edge

Cold ideals implanting themselves inside my head

Inadvertent gestures given effortlessly by my limbs

Complacency of warmth never sets in

This is an endless winter

One where the air gets thinner

A proclamation to the clement seasons

War without a rhyme or reason

Turmoil is elemental and so simplistic a feature

Though personal and integral, I cannot bear to brace this creature

It's becoming deeper

This feeling urges my cliffs steeper

Stepping closer to see the fall

Negligence consumes my all

Have I let go of what I am?

I stand here with unclenched hands

Retreating into my own

Enduring this all alone

I scream to remember passion

Unheard emotions in breathtaking fashion

Frostbit fingertips caress the razor's edge

Cold ideals implanting themselves inside my head

We are all the same; unique and indifferent

Living as if this cryptic fever is isolated, but it isn't

Have I let go of what I am?

I stand here with unclenched hands

Retreating into my own

Enduring this all alone

Have I let go of what I am?