I am that heavy coldness, stuck in nothingness.
I am the air that goes down on a cold winter morning with the frost.
I am not blue, I am invisible.
I am the prisoner of my own charges.
Stuck in nothingness, I am frozen.
As I exist frozen, I am nothing.
I go nowhere, I am nowhere,
I am everywhere.
You can feel me in your bones,
Though you cannot name me.
I am not blue, I am invisible.
I won’t stay for long, but you’ll always remember me.
With each breath you take,
My frosty tentacles reach deeper into you like spears;
Piercing every molecule of your being,
Bit by bit,
And freezing it too.
Until I get to your heart.
I watch its beat for a while,
It is so beautiful, it’s alive.
Until I reach there too.
And now we are two.
You and me, your best friend.
On a cold winter morning,
You took a breath of me
And I poisoned you,
So that I can own you.
We are now both nothing,
Stuck in nothingness,
We are frozen.
So it’s my time to go.
I am nothing,
Nothing remains of me;
I can’t be anything but me,
Nothing more,
No more,
Or maybe… not yet?
Ricochet.
I am that heavy coldness,
Stuck in nothingness.
I am the air that goes down on a cold winter morning with the frost.
I am not blue, I am invisible.