I’m not cold yet

I’m not cold yet

The path is old yet clearly marked,
It wanders all dark and overcast ways,
lost in night mist and shadowed by gloom,
often birthed by a passion’s hope,
vast is the expanse, hazarded by reality’s thorns
blazed by the shards a heart left unveiled
shrouded in futily and lies to protect
the mind plays the fickle paladin
mountains and valleys, the depths of the soul.

I would sabatoge all my hopes,
fleeing to the dark, to the cold,
hiding naked where I can not see,
wanting the hurt, the pain
wanting to feel the sting of the ice
wanting the fire the tears i should cry,
but the numb is all i ever would feel.
i’m not cold yet,
i’m not cold yet.