The Equal Balance

With warm uncertainty,
I continue out the door.
The slow footsteps I take,
Match to the beat of my ever dieing heart.
Am I going to be able to make it?
So far off on my own...
                                 Drifting
                                                     Drifting
                                                                        Further away...
Into the sweltering heat of hell,
With high hopes of returning to my ice domain.
Coming along with me:
New eyes to thank for,
A new heart to give away,
And a new wish to sing for.
Yet still,
My mind blazes on the thought of turning back.
Forget this attempt to move on.
It's time to return to my ice angel.
"You must keep going." The wind whistles,
And this cool breeze helps with nothing more,
But illuminating my regrets.
I have never wanted so badly,
To fall into a deep sleep,
And hold my love,
To feel his warmth,
Not my own I brought up from,
Anger and regrets.
To feel his breath,
Tickle down my neck.
To hear his whispers,
Of soft snow flakes.
To kiss his lips,
Of true warmth.
But its all gone,
Every speck,
Of perfect love
Every ounce,
Of perfect fire and ice.
Every laugh,
Lost in the wind.
The equal balance,
He some how managed to make,
Has now vanished.
Too much fire.
Too much ice.
So I guess I can venture on,
Into the heat,
And wait until,
The final end.