Icy Demeanor

drifting away in winters chill,
and blown through wind around,
icy breeze stabs skin and will,
while snow drowns out the sound,

the rape of frost on a lifeless face,
and blue hands cracked and dry,
mournful creatures mark the place,
where I have come to die,

next springs thaw is far away,
and summers warmth has faded,
a frozen soul is price to pay,
for all weak, hard, and jaded,

the silence mocks the wretched soul,
torture the fit for a desolate hearts hole.