Burrow deep within my soul
Its lifeless tundra open to all.
A deep cold wind passes by
Whenever I do cry.

For I am hurt deep inside
Deeper than what you see.
My feelings lie in between:
Mashed, smashed, crushed, torn.

That is how they are worn.
Please I ask for no help
Every faltering yelp
Is followed by a coup mortel.

Then the wind is accompanied by rain,
Its icy tendrils penetrate my skin

Hot. Cold. Hot. Cold again my inner temperatures soar.

The extremities fall off
Leaving blackened humps of bony flesh.
Then it all stops to rebuild the destroyed spirit.