Cold Vermillion

I wear my somber

as a deep cloak

deep Prussian

guards my loneliness

I can´t drag myself

through no man´s land

the snow is too deep

my face is too blue

And my wild mantle

bites me whole

heavy thoughts

float celeste

Tired vermillion

burns away

too cold

too down

God didn't give me stronger lungs because he feared my ability to complain about everything