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A chilling footstep, more deadly than that of a mistress' knife; quick to the throat.
Barren trees sit calmly licking the frost, like stuck blades in the heart of a war.

Taken in by the resplendence of winter, deep inside of nature's lungs. An uneasy feeling caresses me at night, inviting me into a dream; following you there.

Face swollen by the stinging of the wind, eyes open and looking straight up. The clouds of this dark realm block the view of the stars, who eloquently dance behind the curtain. I look for familiarity in the distant faint glow, but you were not where I left you. Your presence lingering with the hiding stars.

And yet, there they are, exploding inside of my eyelids; closed tight and weary, frozen shut and stuck.
No green is left in this world, all the fruit has dried and shrivelled up; I never wanted to taste it, I just want to hold it selfishly in my arms. Hold you willingly in my heart, forever.

My skin is rough and red. My arms are shaking uselessly at their sides, my legs have given up. My heart, frozen solid, not wanting to thaw.
And again I bury myself beneath the snow, finding comfort in my cold seclusion. Again I wrap myself in flowers, bearing no color or memories.

It's a still, lungs exhaling static like tv snow. The only presence of time is the clicking of the clock, but pay no mind.
You do not change, you've not aged one day. Year after year shall pass us by, but your ignorance will save you the fate of aging. I however, will fall apart under the nature's breath.

Your memory, etched inmy mind. Forever frozen inside of my heart.
Could there be a way to thaw you out of my life, even if I wanted to?

My only wish, my only hope, is that somewhere you are aging with my preserved memory. And that I can have the privilege of haunting your pillow, as the cold tears from a good dream.

But inside here, inside here you are my eternal ghost, unchanging to the falling of the leaves. Inside here, you will live forever.