Winter made me do it

Every wretched feeling fleeting from this chest
Beared onto yours as the knife dug deeper into the hearth of happiness
The blood drained from my pours
Leaving my skin pale as snow and dead as trees in winter
My skin grew old and tired and my heart palpated just before it staggered along the cracks it took to avoid your hatred
I could feel the irritation sweep across the floor like a broom swaying debree around
Missing the clips of isolation between the wood grains
I could stain the floor with my emotions but then everyone would see the mess I am
Instead I internally bleed and suffer to deprive you to feel the harpoon of distrust in my locked and chambered somber
I could leave this fight a man or a sorrowful woman
Become the stronger stone cold fragment of a wall
Or sob until my tears dry the eyes of weakened epitome
Stabilized on my epitaph made me a stranger
Who took the bravery to solidify the thin ice breaking below the feet
To not release the ignorance nor disunity that could end the fight
Stalemate by you and shift like a dragging lifeless cloud in a night sky
Alone in its course like this world against me