Boiling Point (poem)

Boiling Point********** _______________********** ********** ********** Cold is the air,********** And cold are the hands,********** That stand alone on a freezing night.*********** A friend is your fear,********** And the fear is your romance.********** An enemy of death,********** She feeds on that which gives us,********** Life.********** She is awake,********** No more,********** Than she is alive.********** And all who suffer in her wake.********** Do not awaken,********** From their restless slumber.********** It's like a virus,********** That enters the blood.********** It takes over,********** The mind,********** And kills what is loved.********** You can cope with things,********** That are hard to swallow.********** You can even take,********** The bread and marrow.********** But at every liquid,********** Is a boiling point.********** And at its end,********** Is,********** Hope.