Rekindle

I don’t want to be here, could you lay me in a position where I will be at one with myself, with the sweet red, with the sweet red you spilt will you paint my portrait in the snow, attempts are made to start a fire, but its impossible to start a fire with ice, your tears are so warm, I cannot feel them, it’s so cold in here, so try hard to melt this mass of frost inside of me, get rid of my frozen stare, you opened yourself to search for some warmth inside, but you didn’t follow through