Frozen Halfway

Well here you are again
asking me for my gaces.
Here you are on your knees.
Here you are
folding your bloody knuckles
Here you are
begging,
pleading.
Here you are
growing louder,
louder,
screaming
to yourself
and to your god for pardons.
Why do you come to me
for an eternal salvation
when you know damn well
I have none to give.
I’m no healer,
no saint,
no messiah of yours fool.
I’m your dealer.
I keep you alive.
I keep you numb,
long enough to come back
for another short dose.
You feel my hands of ice,
I freeze your heart halfway,
I keep you cold enough for one day.
Here you are.
Shivering and shuddering
under the rags you own.
Here you are.
With eyes that show the pain I’ve sewn.
Here you are.
Here you beg me to stay.
Here you are.
Here the goodbye was forgotten to say.
Tracing the blush of your cheeks,
I feather snow
between and around
every strand of frozen hair,
whisper a bitter breeze in your ear,
kiss your lips
 with dawns frost,
 and embrace your entire being
with the Winter itself.
Here you are  
frozen halfway.