Frozen from Desolate fog.
Stricken by these muntains of death.
I walk with broken legs with what I have left.
A ghostly core within conceals and ruptures my breath.
This shadow of darkness, blinding stars of black.
What you think What is set in stone inevitably cracks.
You speak to me with words of shattered glass.
So Don't try to hide when you turn your back.
Beauty decayed, look to the sky.
Scream to the void with resetless eyes.