Unaccountable Taste

You have entered my soul
with your love,
but it isn't the kind to warm
or the seasons of airborne beauty.

I am frozen in your thoughts,
the terror seizes my instruction
and I stop, my breaths crash,
then fade with no rhythm.

You've waited for me
what do you examine?

Your words have created
a hologram for pain,

I am a broken reflection
of your body's self destruction.