I look in the mirror
I look into my vacant empty eyes
at the end of the emptyness
I see a cave made of ancient ice

Shackled palms
Shackled feet
Frozen chains
Broken me

Stalactites formed from out my eyes
frozen fear
Frozen breath
Shackled
panic attacks
Frozen sweat
Ice sheets for clothes
Frozen trap

I
walk into the cave
enjoy the beautifull
frozen white
I
grab a stalactite
and stab
my shackled self
right in the heart

The spike slowly turns red
I look at myself
and he says: I thought you'd forget,
will you come back?

"No."

I turned my back
and I left.