Cookies and Graham-crackers

Jumping from the sky, living in the clouds as the rush comes into my facial features it attacks my mind
Throwing up the blood from the lungs that have been filled with hate
A beautiful stare from the frowning face of a seductress
Eyes so cold to melt the ice of my frozen face
The whispers of death from a famished soul
Assuring that the food that is available is not wanted
Closing the windows to the outside that will free the famine
Leaving one open, as to tease the sight
Knowing it is so close, yet so far from being opened to escape
As the last few breaths are being taken
The short-coming of this respiration is scratched off
Snow falls, as the winters freezes the tears onto the falling soul
Falling into the blanket underneath
Hidden with specs of flakes
To be melted with it all away into the Spring