Cold

These are my final words
that I write to thee
For the time
has come
that we end this
charade
as the hour
grows late.
I feel your ire for me,
and I know that you sense my hate.
Round and Round it flows,
a river of molten lava
dissolves our fate

In malicious hollow tones
you once said to me
You are nothing
though the word fails
to indicate
The feelings raging
inside of me,
as I recall
our last debate
Round and Round it snows,
a blanket of frozen water
absolves our state

Once I could’ve loved you,
though that is no longer the case
Shadows they comfort me,
in my own tragedy

I could exist for you,
that’s the way you think
As parts of my soul
into the depths
they dissipate
Concealing the truth
behind humor and wine
Harsh words
you said to me,
helped seal your fate

When we first met,
aggression was not part of my act
The clock upon the wall,
shows that time is passing us by
I sense a chill
as I see the color of your eyes fade
Candlelight permeates
the gloom
within the room

Once I could’ve loved you,
though that is no longer the case
Shadows they comfort me,
in my own tragedy

Stare at the glass of wine,
wonder if they will find
Traces of the Phytolaca Americana
I raise a glass
to toast your life
As I watch it slip
from your grasp

Winter has gloved us
within its fiery grasp
As I awoke this morn,
I pondered your discord
As I prepared the herbs
from the garden

From Visions within my Mind