Tiny icicles, sharp and wonderful, cling to my lungs
Breath in
Breath out
Ignore the metallic taste in my mouth.
Walking through this barren land
this lifeless expanse of ice and snow
Looking at the frozen remains,
Of everyone and everything I once did know.
I dare not to cry,
For I fear my tears to freeze on my face,
I fear of losing even more control
Of losing the race.
The Wind, cold and sharp, turning my naked skin red raw,
I can't feel my feet anymore
after walking so long in the cold
I'm covered in bruises and my skin is cold and torn
Yet I continue, I will not relinquish my hold.
Mountains as tall as the sky,
Once buildings, busy and full of life,
Were left in the cold to die.
Igloos litter the ground,
Igloos that had been cars
Which are now nothing more, than hollow ice-mounds.
No more trees
No more grass
No more life
Only ice and shattered glass.
Never again will something cross my path
My private frozen wasteland
The aftermath of my wrath.
My body frail
my mind even more so.
This is my tale
Sad but true
I've lost all control
And the guilt I must chew.
This is what it's like to walk in my mind,
Nothing pretty, nothing alive,
Only death and memories you will find,
You think you know me?
Well you should think twice,
Cause there's an entire part of me