the frame of my void sharp and jagged.
a picturesque scene of broken glass.
and a heart-warming dissolve of perfection.
sane reality holds fast.
my wounds transpire in a hidden fortress.
forged inside a calm lake of ice.
below the numb of cold a battle rages.
only in lies and self sacrifice.
this placid place of anger and hate.
fires rage and thoughts are twisted.
shadows fill corners and light flees.
but never knowing this existed.
