A Cold Breeze Walked By.

Trudging forth from benieth the depths. My soul digs through my body, searching for the surface. The orifice that is left of me, has held it, bound and shackled. There is no light there, no Hell from fire, only darkness. The Heart that once lit up the Sun, has grown bloody cold. And what trickled with a Life that flowed so fluidly, has sickled into a thousand razor sharp blades of ice. All which remains is brittle and glacier.