Bundled in a blanket,
sitting by the fire,
I'm freezing cold,
lonely, lost, expired.
My body is numb to feel
any sense but yours.
It's resisting life itself,
weak, brittle, unsure.
Logic does not exist,
no other thoughts are provoked.
I'm glued to this pattern,
trapped, stuck, enclosed.
There is no longer any use,
the blanket is just a cover.
It doesn�t keep me warm,
only you, the one, no other.