inside

Night, leaving me with the
want for more. I drink in the
cold and I am shaking.

I don't want what the light
will offer. I dream of you.
I dream of not waking.

Here in a cathedral of ice
I am me, safe in my vanity,
safe in my creation.

This crystal palace beckons
to be left in self doubt and
a sad celebration.

Here a whispering white moon
never moves, never crosses
never bides her time.

And I search quietly for a silent
companion, to wander in this
frozen world of mine.