Ice Cold Wasteland, Beautiful Blue Paradise

Pricking cold is all I feel
as I look into the blue of his eyes.
Those eyes showed warmth & love,
compassion and concern once.
Those eyes would show me
all the things I wanted to know.
They now look at me so coldly.
They have become a frozen
wasteland,
void of emotion,
void of life,
void of love.
The blue eyes that once
belonged to my True Love,
belong now to my Demon.
He taunts and ravages me
with those ice cold blue eyes.
they were my paradise,
full of joy and happiness.
they are now the abyss that I am
banished to.
Every time I dare to look into them,
I die a little more on the inside.
They stab at my soul
with the icicles of emotionless
glances.
Those ice cold blue eyes
haunt me in my dreams
night after night.
I long to see the despair of winter
end,
and to have the warmth of summer
joy back again.
I long for the day that love and joy
return to
the ice cold wasteland
that lies within those beautiful blue
eyes
that are my paradise.