Your blood flows like frozen water,
Your name is written in red ice.
The air speaks of your brave sacrifice,
But I can see nothing but demise.

Your heart beats like a cold dead stone,
How taunting is it that I still see you-
Feel you when I hold you the way I do.
I wonder can you see and feel me too?

Your arms linger around me like dead worms,
I dig my fingers into your pale frail skin.
I make red paintings that tell of your sin,
I hate you for thinking we were strong enough to win.

Escaping from thy lungs is an echo of the past,
I try to catch it with my lips pressed against yours.
But they can no longer recognize the source,
Sometimes I wonder why I have no remorse.

I don’t regret anything,
But I miss everything.

What did the world do to me?
-To make me do this to you?