The Scorn, pt.V

Days pass without a trace

No means to latch on

Spinning until I am sick

Stuck in the cycle

Disoriented and lost

A forest of sameness

No paths, nor trails

Nothing to indicate a heading

The anxiety crippling

Dissociating from all

Leaves will soon fall

Hues bleed to scarlet

Petrified and still

Bitter breeze and rot

I yearn for summer

Blinded by the snow

In this wasteland

The seasons halt

A frozen tundra for an eternity

Ice unyielding to thaw

Trapped in winter

Perpetually piling pestilence

Locked in space and time

Kindling of frost

Refusing to ignite

Glacial prison

Everlasting damnation

Rising pressures fracture

The crystallis

And I shatter to pieces

Abandoned in cold slumber

Ever so cold...