Chill
A chill lives in my soul.
Like a flame it burns cold
freezing my heart and my tears.
All destiny seems bleak.

Frozen eyes reflect my chill
burning cold.
The point of origin is lost
life is dusky and barren.

A foriegn chill is consuming me
The work of a concept. An idea.
For a better person
a more perfect soul.

I long to relieve my chill.
To douse myself in the flames of certainty
But I am burned and torn
and I wish no longer.