There's frost on the window.
There's frost on the glass.
But that's not the only place that frost lingers.
It reigns in my heart.
It spreads like a disease.
Leaving a frozen wasteland in its wake.
There's frost consuming.
Ever growing, never leaving.
I need the sun to warm my soul.
But I fear that the sky of ice cannot be penetrated.
I can't breath.
I'm fading away.