DREAM DEAD

You shiver like a delicate flame
on a candle's wick,
How beautiful-
So pure, it's scary.
Why are you so cold?
Your heart is warm
While you sit in this freezer.
This world of ice I've built from my mind.
Why can't I hold onto your hand?
It slips away so easily. 
But you could hold mine
When you put on your ring
Small and warm.
Not the right hand,
Not the norm finger,
A perfect fit.
You're a danger to the market.
The furs on the rack, too.
Take back the weapon
Or I will die in your arms.
Your soft and cool embrace.
Hidden in the stock,
You see me alive
For the last time.
The candle's flame
Will soon blow out
For what you and I have undergone.
Now that I have joined you on the other side,
You don't seem so cold anymore.