As my mind lays on ice,
tver thinner by the awakening of the song birds,
the monsters underneath shriek in sorrow,
to the end of their wrathful world of shadows.
I'm down for a dive.
Silvery cracklings,
fragments of cold bedding drifts,
tongues of flames through troubled water,
who knew fire could freeze?
I'm down for a dive.
The sky welcomes dusk as hero,
the frigid night instal itself in bitterness,
there is land for which preparation is never enough,
as time comes against.
Travelling back to the planning table.
Recklessness makes a roller coaster fall back,
it is without confidence that arrogance build itself,
mediocre replacement,
the land of angels is mere jinx of the false deity.
Wings will burn fast.
The fleeting spirit ends up facing itself in the firmness of ice,
the abyssal of the self in confrontation,
happenstance or synchronisity,
only one may tell.
I'm down for a dive.
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