Heavy is The -

Hopelessness encloses, engulfing me, As another dismal night drifts in— Where the only light is the afterglow of the midnight sun. I stand upon crackling ice, breathing in fractals of gelid crystals. Soon, the frigid liquid seeps into my bronchi, Leaching into an unrepentant bloodstream, Chilling a circulatory system already collapsing. A single crystallized teardrop spills from a weary eye, While blindness claims the other, A thick, opaque film covering what was once an ocean-blue iris. Unable to speak, my silenced tongue weighs heavy in my mouth. Bending on shattering knees, I submerge my hands in drifts of snow. A burning intensity shoots up both arms, Shocking like lightning through my nervous system— Rewinding memories, yet they snap like an old VHS tape, Crumbling to dust in this deadening dystopia. Sinister snowflakes swirl faster, Till I can no longer find a way out. Heavy is the plight of a bitter martyr, Lost among the frozen lambs I brought to the slaughter.