空中停滞的空间

A voice whirring in my head,

“give up, you fool, there’s no use ...”

growing stronger, or fading away.

I have a heart,

held by a devil,

it’s cut open,

blood empty.

It shrunk, trembled, finally ceased.

I walk a zombie,

twist a dance

in a pot of frozen blood.

Face muddied, colors flied, fresh painted, the fool hollowed.

Winter came, silhouetting the bloody scene.

Dancing zombie iced, stiffed, cracked.

Hollow filled.

May winter last!