I run in the moon light and fridged cold.
I shake and damage myself more.
I feel the threads of my soul slip and slide
breaking my heart.
Shattering.
I hear it in every tear drop.
The frozen tears hugging my
ice cold hard skin.
As I run, slip, and stumble
across the frozen plains of snow, ice, and
blistering cold winds.
Tendrels of wild black ink of hair
chase me as skurry to neverland
only hoping to find my release.
