Icy Shoulder

There is a point to your charades, I had those vague gestures
Bagged before yesterday.
You ignored each other's questions. (Ignore each others.)
Somehow your shoulders can freeze a room.
It's high time you broke the icicles from under your heart,
Tell the truth, let them melt in the turmoil and run...
(Run...) Down gutters to the bay,
(Run...) Your next smile could be seconds away.
I'm slipping on your icy stares, vibes stifled by your
Lack of care.
Words like fangs in your mouth penetrate the skin,
Starved for caresses as venom rushes in.
One can't breath while choked with puppet strings.
Second hand lacerations,
Tossing and turning the page before it's
Red with the blood you know you can't hide behind a frozen exchange,
The clock ticks you off, asks the same questions...
How far from disaster?
So what are you after?
How can tears turn to laughter?
So what are you after?