Cold

Cold

Cold is the absence of heat
Heat is what we all crave and need
When the heat dissapears we are left with an empty hole we try so desperately to fill it consumes us whole
People fear the cold

Me?

I love the cold
In the cold, there is no heat to give you a false sense of security
There is only you and the cold, and the terrors it delivers
Pain like a thousand knives striking you from all directions,
On your skin, in your eyes, even in your breath
No one is spared from it

When people feel the cold they run for the heat
Heat from their family and loved ones,
There homes and shelters
The heat saves them
But it never lasts

The heat leaves everyone in the end
Leaving us to be surrounded by a merciless being who doesn't even ened to try to find us
Because it's always there with the heat, hiding in it's shadow
And when it comes for you it consumes you, taking with you your pain, misery, and being.
When you are consumed, there is nothing.
No pain.
No passion.
No life.
No soul.

I love the cold
God help me, I love the cold.