1. Severe damage, no recall of a strife,
This situation is taunting life.
Echoes of friendly voices that seem so dim,
The burden of bodies, spill blood on him.

The fiery constriction of frostbitten skin,
the horrid strain of lead infecting deep within.

kertsi.
In disbelief of a life that is not gone,
Crystal glaze of icy eyes just grasping freedom.
No distort, no deliverance. Paralyzed on a
definitive stance.


2. Frostbreath slowly vanishing,
State of euphoria is closing in.
Hope laughs right back at a lunatic creep.
And at night snowfall covers him into a
deep cryonic sleep.

3. Conscious again and still not found,
no more pain, no one around.
Ripped of strength, eyes closed under a
frigid moon.
Not a cradle of light but a forsaken tomb.

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