Hemlocked Heart

Icy fire fills unsteady veins
Burns a wooden heart out
Signals the eventuality pains
Covered in what-if’s doubt

Sparks, icicles and bats
Lightning down still arms
Eyes see time in heartbeats
The panicked panic alarms

Familiar sensation of pressure
Tie to textures of debilitation
Ghosts I had began to think
Lost me in the midnight fog