Dead chill...

Still runnin from the dead chill that took the life from me... N not a damn one of them knows why Mr hard to get is scarred of their needs... Touched to the freeze all good died lookin for a way to reanimate the life within... Lookin out of peepholes made by perfect lil hidden grins... With cold hands tryin to hold me down... I keep rollin rein to find a warmer wow... One not so bitter in its Sub-Zero temps... Where the heat in between us feels the comfort that climbs above 32° n vents... As I'm still fleeing from the coldest bitch I've ever known.... Leavin her back in the only place I eva considered home... As solid as her expressions tend to be stuck... The only time she luv'd me is when she was gettin fucked... Meltin the slush she removed for me to get close enough to the tease of her frostbite... Nippin at feel of the numb so I couldn't feel the knife... Inserted through the wounds in which now I peek from... Tryin to get away to a better place where in not shunned... N taken for granted by hee selfish ways... Emotionless as movement is restricted to restraints... As crystals form upon the skin weaving ligaments together... I'm half way back to my forgotten forever... Pressing the issue to live beneath the sun's some once again... N rise like life a better man...