I feel the cold
The cold of the edge touch
The heat of my essence

pain is my aggressor
you ghost are my sorrow

hot pours down my face
and a change in my chest burns
wilting and withering

Without my ghost
With out my future

I have no sanctity or salvation
dragging it slowly
offers the most retribution

repenting to the gods
for the dancing dragons on the walls

the dragons see it all
but their smoke will never tell