Stinging senses of burnt skin,
Leaves not one scar,
On this padded armour of mine,
Drown me in glowing embers,
Surround me with warmth,
Weigh me in stones,
There’s none that I’d condone,
No silence fits this grisly tone,
On this mountain of snow,
Where we once were,
Yet another rendition,
Of a harrowing expedition
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 5:49 PM UTC
Stinging senses of burnt skin,
Leaves not one scar,
On this padded armour of mine,
Drown me in glowing embers,
Surround me with warmth,
Weigh me in stones,
There’s none that I’d condone,
No silence fits this grisly tone,
On this mountain of snow,
Where we once were,
Yet another rendition,
Of a harrowing expedition
