Alive

She stole the spring, behind
Her curtain of heavy snowflakes.
She’s mostely living in my heart.
It’s warm enough
To keep the icicles frozen.
and cold enough to make me
Burn with pain.
I’m not even here, as I exist in a mirror,
I like to think I’ve disappeared long ago.
The dragonflies would lift me up
Close
To the air full of summer,
The dragonflies would teach me how to fly.
I’m being left alone, a gift to the darkness,
And being told I must forget the light,
With fear creeping my insides,
We’re demons, pure demons of harmony,
The angels with broken arms.
Let me play
On the strings of my emptiness,
Enjoy the sweetest ballad of how a soul dies.