xero

I take it in, out from the cold
It fills me, It fits me
It completes me, I am whole

I send it out, back to the cold
it tempts me, it haunts me
it stays with me, I am not alone

I dream of it, alone in the cold
it occupies me, it dominates me
it tears at me, I am lost, alone

I yearn for it, draw it from the cold
It fixes me, it raises me
it burns me, I am torn down

I desstroy it, smash it in the cold
It held me, it caressed me
It devoured me, I am withered, but whole

-Xero