In my coldest

In my coldest
I can go through you
Winds of love, life, luck don't mean much
Emotions, exchange, elaboration - all a mere blur
As warm as open I can be, I'm also cold
Once a creature freezes, there's barely a recall or remorse
...at least organic
The beauty of cold lies in death itself
How ironically divine it can be the absence of something
To wait is a piece of cake, when you're frozen in time, frozen inside
Please be there when I'm sub-zero - and done
Life happens between portals
It's easy because it's nothing else
I can destroy you a thousand times
In my coldest
But the divine abandons nobody
Nor does it spare