This is the dead of winter. This is the icy core of all things lost.

This is my most ruthless demon, shredding my flesh with regret.

One sided love is always a lingering death.

In dreams I am always reacting. In dreams I cannot shrug things off, I cannot turn away.

I am made to stare this ghost in its bloodless face and feel it inflating my lungs with longing.

These invisible things kill me.