the cold keeper (Collab w/ DianaHForst

softly his fingertips glide against my skin

i wish i could say, i knew what it is

being trapped here, doesn't feel alone anymore

i would tell you how long i've been here, but i'm not sure

his skin is ice cold, but i like it that way

every touch says it's gonna be okay

i was scared at first, but now it's real

he's only keeping me here, so he can feel

love or affection, or just a woman's touch

just one cut at a time is enough-

smooth caress, the hopeless fire that dies out before it breathes.

And here I lie, beneath this coverless sky.

Dirt falling upon me, my dead eyes.

We were supposed to be, to be eternal were did I go wrong?

I did not know. But his hands were shaking,

the shovel spade digging into the wet Earth.

Digging it up in a struggle, covering bits of my face and the gaping worries.

The trembling breath. I know he didn't mean it, we were just touching at first.

Playing a dangerous game.

Playing for the passion of a desperate love and so I hope he might come back for me-

to dig me up again. And we might touch again,

the brush skin to feel his lips heavy on mine,

like the cold press of Death's.