Cliffs of rocky words crumble into landslides of incomplete sentences I climb your ill frigid mountain of self-righteous commitments Gathering suppressed memories I reach the summit of your greed There the air is far too thin to breathe
The fear of your heights paralyzing The cold of your winter realizing I see my breath as the frostbite starts Your avalanche of resentments fills my heart Breaking my spirit, arresting my soul 'Til all that's left is you, the model I role
A footing unfit for vindication A biography unfit for syndication I froze in your tundra so many years ago Until at last, like you I am the snow I lost myself zeroes below...