Don't Marry Me Haiku

My friend's home is beautiful. 

It's got green walls with flowers all over. The floor is soft and plush. It's warm but only in summer, and it's too cold in winter. But my friend likes it just fine.

There's a wasteland in my throat,

a desert of ice and snow

frozen over and stealing the sound,

cushioning it in its soft blows

of white cotton clouds.

Shut down the vocality of my vice

Resist.

Intransitive verb:  to exert force in opposition