Literature
Muse: Cold: Not the singer
Coldness; gripping your hand
Like icicles, brinking
On a new dimension.
Heartstrings; plucked; slowly
One - by - one,
Returning to some formation
After a much painful state
Armour; breastplate, worn
Less for protection
Than concealment of a true form,
Working to be free, bravely
Ropes; binding, once stolen,
Never return
A soul from encapturement, not until recent
Changed, made local
Injury; indentation; hidden
Yet in hiding
Reveal more than can ever be
In open; life dependent
Tiring; all new
Symptomed failure
Of incompetence
Slow, sure and sensual
Y? Youre young
I care.