Death In December

Things are undone, life is unfathomable,
My sketches lie on the floor like penny bloods,
But my will scuffles to exist.
The grey walls of my sole room seem to match my fate,
The lush ochre hue of Aphrodite’s hair brightens my canvas,
Love, beauty fades from my life.

December is here, the cold shivers me, shivers my heart,
Warmth, can it get somewhere?
I see snow on my window panes, the cold clasp of Khione I feel,
As she says she is “very, very, cold”.
I look far away, I see everything but with no colour.
I come to my mom, she is in black and white,
No safe place I find, as she is gone, gone forever.
The world has got the eyes of Argus,
Bereft of love and compassion, spying my actions,
And alas! I am so done!

I starve. Starve for the warmth of womb.
I want to fly the coop from this kingdom of Boreas.
But alas! I am so lost, as I stand on the ruins of my desires.
I am so lost in the shivering blizzard,
I can find no one.
My “me” can’t breath, the desires breath their last and everything freeze.

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