A cold flame

A cold flame

A fire cast a warm glow across the room, but I feel no heat. 

It doesn't bother me, not at all!

I. Like. The. Cold.

I do, truly.

A solidified shadow, who usually keeps me company, blocks the heat

It's icy cold grip entering my flesh, once inside it clenches it's claws.

It doesn't bother me, not at all!

I don't try to sit up, I rub it's back gently. 

Carefully, oh so carefully I do so.

It clenches tighter, as if scared I'd leave! Absurd little thing! 

I don't mind, not at all!

It hugs me closer, blocking any radiance. But I don't mind, not at all!

I stay awake, awake all night as it claws inside. 

Though really, I don't mind, not at all? Not... at... all.....All!

Always! I stay, stay together with this aquaintance of mine. Even during the day, but usually at night. Just like a shadoe it stays nearby, 

but I don't mind, not at all!

Sometimes it consoles me, just as I did for it. How thoughtful!

Occasionally it leaves me alone. I don't like when it leaves me alone.

I don't like when it leaves me alone.

I have to pierce my insides