a taste of ardour in the air
the debauched indulgence all around me
temporary madness, infatuation, it seems like a dream
yet i remain detached,
maybe not by choice,
but well, its for the best
yet somewhere in me is a longing a desire
springing up from carnality,
i choke it, preventing it from growing
but it never fully dies
i sat there apathetic
then she walks by,
our eyes meet,
for the first time she doesnt look away
she stares
eyes full of hostility,
yet....
maybe something else
her frosty demeanour, her gentle touch
two cold blade that cut at my heart again and again
why do i continue such?
is there really a hope in one day breaking through the ice
to one day explore the depths that so enchanted me?
must i continue to delude myself
will i get overcome by winter?
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