Face In a Large Bag of Ice

face in a large bag of ice trying to forget that i was in love with you when the only kiss is a phone conversation so acidic, how can you cleanse and warm the soul and turn the ice into water perhaps it is these warm teardrops steadily traveling down my face it is as if we feigned all the magic moments did we tire of each other so quickly that we did not even have time to savor savoring all i know is as i turn blue, i am clear and free of all that was poison to my soul until my breaths of becomes labored and slurred, i put my face in a large bag of ice continuation is not an option oh, how i would love someone to either talk me out of it or talk to me period with an abundance of exclamatory my life seems like it has been an endless array of many a nocturnal pathway the fork in the road has finally spooned me up meanwhile, the ice slowly but surely is beginning to do the trick i patiently await the time when a forgotten entity is born