All possibilities are landing at my feet
and as I walk the empty street I feel free again.
It’s time to start afresh, it’s time to start anew
it’s time to face a brand new world
without you.

sure I miss the good old days
the times the places
etc.
they’re gone
the who you were is gone
and who we were is gone
and who I was is gone
but who I’m becoming is real
and the paralysed limbs are starting to heal
and the feeling is returning to a heart and mind previously numbed by you,
the ice queen, my dear beloved, the her and the who and the brand new you.
But yes, the ice is thawing.

I tried to build a warm cozy igloo inside your heart.
It collapsed.
Well today, ice queen, my dear beloved,
a blue arm grasped the air outside your avalanche, and felt the still sweet air for the first time again,
and breathed its first breath again
and felt the sweet touch of life again
and said to the ice queen never again.

But for now the ground lays flat the cold damp earth simmers
the dreams the foolish idealism turn to hot air to inflict their vicious lies upon some other poor unsuspecting fellow.

an arm reaches out of the warm sticky mud into which the whole world has sunk

drowning in its own waste and hatred and mistakes

the arm reaches out and a mouth touches the surface
the fire and fear and anger and regret and loss in the widowed mother of orphans eyes

she looks to the dark green empty sky

gasping desperately as the vicious price of her own viciousness encircles her

and she pleas to the world to help her, but it is too late
and she screams for mercy from a world of which there is nothing left
and as a candle drowned in petrol she burns as a candle for what is left of the world, for as long as there is a flame feeding upon her dying flesh there is hope.

She grabs into the air for a non existent hand to drag her to safety.

She disappears under.