Ice Queen

Falling with each convulsing sob
My tears form in serenaded chaos
Manufacturing the latent pyramid of angst
As the memories of one grows dim and lost

With skin freezing to the touch
These little drops solidify then break
So that the sun may fill their pieces
And from destruction, prisms awake

Your touch warmed my soul
Wiped away the warm tears with tenderness
Pressed your soft pale lips to mine in love
Whispered hope for my heart to rest

Without your guidance, your godly presence
My mind is lost in it's figmental prison
Gasping for breath yet finding poison lies
Making life and death an infinitesimal division

In lack of hope, icicles tear at my eyes
Blurring already cynical vision on society
Finally cutting the fine thread three hags held
Damning the fear of reciprocation to precede me

Without your love my life is nothing
Without your touch my flesh rests cold...