its dark and windy deep in the soul,
tormented from demons deep within,
afraid to unwind its cold grip.
suffocating the light which guides,
slowly darkening the eyes,
washing the memories which make you happy.
lamenting your soul weaker,
hardening within you to break you,
fragile shards slowly work inside.
turning you to be who you are not,
letting the blood boil unstoppable,
raging like and inferno within the skin.
trying to cool it intensifies your passion,
freedom wanting to escape without recapture,
knowing the reality that it can not avoid
