What do you think of my poem I wrote?

[Outsideoftheawareness]

Lips like Winter

Her eyes they whispered
secrets of past winters
glassy expressions
scintillating a remembrance
spewing out blood like ice
spaces shredded and sliced
where echoes are lost
sprawled about and tossed
but breathing inside cracks and crevices
dying slowly in increments

solidified ghosts of rarity
transforming demons of clarity
touchless and formless
entangled and adorned in
sayings of shades of death
only now is one breath left
speak now somehow
she's saying the words at last
words of one such winters past