December, daughter of winter, descends with a silence that invades my soul

December, daughter of winter, descends with a silence that invades my soul, Hatred crept slowly and surely into the marrow of my bones, poisoning them, My breaths release blue beads of carbon dioxide, Every yellow thought tears at the flesh, a needle lodged in the bleeding heart, I wished to wear gentleness with grace, but the world covered me With a thick layer of indifference, a veil of illusory indolence, My petals of kindness hidden beneath ugly blue sepals, No one looks beyond them, keeping my solitude intact, The blue sepals stir waves of sadness in my lonely chest, Half-smiles and pale feet, signs of deep melancholy, Months pass and my skin is pierced by thorns, the flesh bleeds, Dirty blue flows, my spiny armor embraced with pain, In the world of cold, solitude becomes a silent and safe haven, The poisoned blue flows through my veins, embracing suffering as a friend, Guardian of the wounded heart, yet alive and beating beneath the layer of defense, Accepting this secret burden, I find strength in melancholy.