Snow Storm

It's coming, my beautiful disaster.

Cold, cruel, unforgiving. Beauty in the eyes of a master.

My beautiful disaster, my apocalyptic love-

You are my peace, my warmth, that I'll push away with a shove

I see you, breathing, ripping through my core

Beautiful disaster, how can you walk with the grace of lore

Chaos unbidden. You freeze my tips, rotting this heart-

I dare say, no more.

I wonder why, oh I never wonder why

your numbing fingers caress my soul, letting me die.

Beautiful disaster, my apocalyptic love...the icy blaze.

How do you warm my soul, with you uncaring gaze?