Storming My Fortress

Writhing within this borrowed nest -
Struggling against the thought of love;
Cupid holds a knife to my throat, and
I stare at the lack of stars above.

My heart is covered with winter -
Tightly closed, hinges rusted, frozen shut;
The road to my love is slippery and
Blocked with drifting, snowy guilt.

There's a power outage in my soul,
Leaving the legions of love lost and alone.
Darkness pushes you away, the
Fuses of my spirit have been blown.

I stand in the eye of the storm,
Protected by my raging revenge,
Watching you try to rescue me -
Watching you take the fatal plunge.


You idiot.