Madness,
sadness.
Intertwining mistresses.
Hands wrapped, tightly around me.
Caress soft as cotton,
all my words gone; forgotten.


One thing I can only hear,
in this place I most fear.
My name its calling--
this voice I cannot shake--
my ****** soul--I hear it break.
Blood turned cold. I'm falling
deeper and deeper into a
void of ever-lasting winter.