Frozen

Here I stand.
In this trench of suspended time,
Where no shard of others’ thoughts could pierce me.

Looking down,
I remember that
Death
Resides within my hands.

Throughout my shell
I look about
But without reason,
Without logic,
There is nothing to see

All I know
Is what is in front
Of me,
And that
I do not want to do this.

No, she says,
As I raise the black force
Out in front of me

No, I say,
And fight against the bloodlust
That has formed as a cloud of grey
Before the red-stained windows.

But,
Like a bitter
Stop sign
I see nothing but red
And instead
Of stopping me
It urges me
On to
A more and more
Feverish pitch.

And now my hands are stained with frozen life.

Soon the cold
Overtakes me
And I drop the
Freezing leaves
Which are my enemy.