Blue Lips

My breath in the cool morning is visible and escapes into the still dark of the early morning This prayer still resonates in my mind playing back like a broken record screaming but no sound escapes phonographic suicide stuck in this place of wishful thinking and stuck to this tragic fate my sighs drip down off window panes with which plop on dead grass thats peeking out its tufted head that is covered in white snow which together with the morning dew with my sighs in one sip will lead to drinking as my thirst for life my one addiction is what im continually looking for and my toes begin to tingle as i lose feeling to the lower extremities of my body My shoulders tense with a dull ache numb then a fire creeping through my veins pours warmth over my blue lips and i am so cold that I wonder will fire ever stop this shaking?