Next to Numbing...

Touching anything, but feeling nothing
How have I become so unloving?
I am seen as an endophermic machine:
drain others, create husks so clean

Still I remain the king of frost
Forever insatiable, fuck the cost!
If you embraced me you would have felt,
in a moment how your heart would melt.

The wind howls, finally a thrill!
It all started with winter chill
The gates to my home have been unlocked
My sacred passage is no longer blocked

And as I stand at the gaping, great gate,
for I moment I stop and think of my fate

Next to nothing,
I am numbing...