...a coolness overtakes
Filling my blood with regret
Starting in my fingers
It creeps up
Slow
Through my arm
Into my face
And I can feel my eyes
Cooling
My head then spikes
Sharp and rigid
Making me wander
My surround
I blink and stumble
He tells me
This is what I am
And part of it is true.
From all the blacks and greys
And all those cool colors in between
That have shaped my heart
Into this freon pump...
