Blue Dilyla

Ice-cold panic, frostbite, blue Dilyla.

Freeze my heart until it’s frozen in place.

Sub-zero tundra through my veins, blue Dilyla.

My skin turns bluish, as you see it in my face.

I can’t seem to feel a thing, looks like my fingertips went numb.

I could see the light as rose-petals turn to guns.

Distinctions without a difference, find a circumference with no sum.

Outside would be much colder if I tried to kill the sun.

Ice-cold decease, hyperthermic paranoia.

I froze inside my core, and then got swallowed by the frost.

Cold-hearted, arctic-blue Dilyla.

I live inside an ice-cube in a cryogenic vault.

I cannot feel my toes, I think I’m an ice-cream cone.

It’s chilly inside my new home, Blue Dilyla, I love you.

So let us be abominable goals.