cold

You don't care.
Ice water couldn't compete
with those dead, striking eyes
glaciers- frozen, sinking, floating
icebergs heavy as rocks
solid as wood, dense as granite
couldn't touch the temperature of
your love,
of your hatred, your control,
of your blackened soul
i thought i could see you drowning
far off in that water,
crying out for something hotter,
not being able to understand
until i felt your empty soul
empty me
slaughter without much decree
spreading through as menacing as you
and i saw the truth
holding that snow in your bare hands
throwing snowballs at my now,
used land
that you can no longer trace
because its been replaced
with your hatred, its what you've done
I can see that you haven't won
and i pray you never go to sleep
thinking you salvaged
anything less than a snowstorm
and some more
dark eyes, staring back at yours