Misplaced Poem by Daniel Brown

I will never belong to you, again...
I'm not sure I ever did,
But I know you're under my skin,
Constantly seeping deeper,
Setting traps in a tomb.
Death as skin deep and white as snow,
Like a falling blanket,
Riveting upon the seams of scars,
Tissue holding together a crooked image
Distorted for so long it appears clear,
Clean as the driven snow...
Like a blanket...
Finding comfort in the warmth of cold indifference..