Goddess Of Ice

Your lips have grown so cold.
Your hugs cannot even hold.
Your hands just hang shallow.
Your breath is forty below.
Your love is a page unwritten.
Your touch is just frost-bitten
Your emptiness is consuming.
Your mind is not even human.
Your thoughts don't compute.
Your emotionless self pollutes.
Your smell is not detectable.
Your life is so self-respectable.
Your body is a shell of bones.
Your skin is like acetones.
Your blood sludges nice.
Your way, goddess of ice.