What happened

Cold so very cold,
No more love left to hold.

Darkness swirls around,
Nothing makes a sound.

The fantasies that I dread,
Come to life and make me dead.

Or is death just living?,
The innocence of giving.

Life to another,
Like a new mother.

Life is reborn,
Spread wings and sourn

So death becomes life,
Like the sharpness of a knife.

Slicing through your soul,
The blade so very dull.

So in order to live
You need to give.

Death is giving,
So start living.