Emotion-a-phobic

The empty coldness permeates every
    crevice to be found within.
How can I refuse this "death" I choose
    of my own affections?
I'm free of the chains that binded me
    that I let you apply.
But now I'm found to be then bound by
    a solitude that's contradicting.
A frosted aura knows no want;
    at least not by its own admission.
A stubborn pride that refuses to die
    is wed to fear of love's lessons.
How do you refrain from playing a game
    that has become an infection?
One must freeze out the pain in attempt
    to gain footing of liquid landscaping.