Into the Realm of Ice.

Phantom icons scratched on sterile walls Where your spirit wrestles in anguish Strewn upon the floors are the shards of yesterdays mirror You…once castigated to remain pure in innocence That zealousness now interned weights your pockets Dwelling on the erudition of the feminine laced in smoky eyes This yen being overwhelmed in harsh radiant breaths Remember those rogue's you hold in your heart reap the rewards of sin Lost in your feigned paradise you sip of its bane nectar While losing yourself in the cut edges of the prism Bleeding from blades of glass in the ice on your lips smiling You ascend into the onyx light that should be your rebirth Entering that mulish carcass where reality has no bite Eyes sewn shut to the fluid of heaven where life begins anew Flashes of spirit create the moments of brilliance splashing Down the bricked corridors in unending ever narrowing rending halls The darkness invades and skulks the frozen mire you dwell Whilst very near the lilacs circulate with the spring rains As the breath rattles on in notes of gasping rapture Their glib existence is lost in the passing of moments