Lone-Less Icy Night

 She came to me one night, held me tight and close.
‘Calm yourself,’ she whispered caressing me so tenderly.
You see, her skin was warm, arm wrapped round my waist,
Against my cold cracked scales, but still holding so tightly.
I quivered from my nightly nightmares, bed rocking
As the obscurity around us whirls all so viciously.
Faster and faster it whirls as we levitate and gravitate
Into an endless vacuum of screams from my past all so quietly
Loud. Shrieking so forcefully tearing apart the eardrums in my heart.
Wrenching at my mind, clawing and digging so insanely
That the pain fades into a background on nothingness…
But pictures. Pictures of those I loved and cared for so deeply.
Pictures. Images of them closest to my heart so morbidly beautiful.
Light up their torches and put to flame the wood under me so romantically
Confusing me, my pride…my life blazed electrolyzing me.
Is this the meaning of agony and pleasure, engaged so ironically?
 That dreams of my death are the greatest I’ve ever had?
I toss and turn in my horrific slumber mumbling so innocently
Of my fears and terrors. Still she holds me closer…so warm, so calm.
And I hear voices speaking to me, calling my name so ghostly,
Reaching out to me in the solid darkness of the cage I stand in.
Incapable of moving my feet though the air massed so heavily
And the weight of my knowing crashes down on my skull, compressing
What's left of my sanity into a stew of passions so radically
Pooled that I don’t know where I’m headed.
So I reach out to the ropes of destiny and fate so desperately
Trusting that nature, life and time will rescue me, pull me out of this
Quicksand soaking up my lungs so mercilessly.
I grab the wind that is past legends of predetermination
But they dissolve in the illicit rage that is me so heartlessly.
I sink deeper and deeper into the the floor. My feet dangling
Through the ceiling of the unknown depth. So mystically
Trapped between dimensions of time and personalities.
Unable to live as one thus multiple people in me strive so weakly
To live in a moment of torment in time that seems frozen.
Now how can I last? So totally
Jaded an I look at the skies bleeding onto me, and the moon red
As the eclipse of my life goes on and on so intensively.
They say the sky is the limit, well my skies are coming down on me.
I shout for someone to pull me from their path in my sleep so quickly
But she holds me cradled up in her arms. My chick lies lightly of her breasts,
And her perfume, it lights me up so sweetly.
I’m trodden on the floor, lungs crushed and bones broken,
Crying, “Why? Oh Why…?” so bitterly.
And they float on by, fluid unfrizzled flow…
Laughing and giggling so cliquishly.
Poking at my bruises highly curved sticks, for such a bustard,
They wouldn’t spoil their scent, wouldn’t get close so carelessly.
And with their stick my lifeless body is rolled into it, my home.
My place of pleasure, under the dusty tombstone mounted so roughly.
I fall in a pit-less grave for one so forsaken…and I fall…and I fall.
I fall through the intricate conundrum of unspoken lives so secretly
Hidden from the world.
Though the painful enigmas unseen tortures of those so grotesquely
Living. I fall… fall… fall… fall… fall…
Though the scars created in the dungeons the mind and heart so clandestinely.
And I am horrified!
And my heartbeat doubles so abruptly!
And I can’t breathe!
And I clutch on a straw so desperately!
Thrusting and kicking it all away from me!
It hurts! It blisters so excruciatingly!

Yet she holds me tight,
Rocking me to a tune she hums so lowly.
Aye… it is her.
The one who comforts me so truthfully.
But who is she? Who are you?