Submissions by setmeaflame

Do not pretend as if you have lived in flesh like mine,
or claim you have spent your nights with my heinous mind.
You know nothing of the velocity of my own thoughts.
You know what you know - and it is nothing of me.

I used to hate the snow,
but now I want to be buried in it.
I want to freeze over.
I want my blood vessels to cement
and become rigid.
I want my pulse to turn weak.
I want to be so cold that I feel like i’m on fire,
burning alive.
The thought of my skin becoming pale,
and the constricting sensation in my lungs
ignites serenity,
and brings composure to my mind.