Abominable imagery floating above me
Visions of the dreadful never seen
My inner sanctum dies and grins in glee
I dearly refuse to follow maxims
Therefore I've placed my body in isolation
Departed from all I've ever known
I cut the bond between nemesis and relation
A snowfall in this mental winterland
So hungry this blizzard must be
I cannot fathom that which covers me
A mental ledge on fire
A maze of barriers
Close to the outmost edge
Stands my gallery of embarrassing characters
The stars are written in misery
As they so profoundly spell the word forlorn
They are my comfort and destiny
Pierced by reality my lifeline ripped and torn
My mental recluse and isolation
Is whatever little hope that still remains
Spiritual fixed asphyxiation
A chokehold conjoined with inner chains
In my heart the summer has died
There will be no more vitality
I am the tundra, I am forever winter
I remember when there was a warmth
Mental meadows of mirth and innovation
But now my soul has shed it's leaves
Utterly stripped of my dignity
Left in spiritual asphyxiation
I slowly balance upon this ledge
As the dancing flames of devastation licks my soul
So close to falling, close to the edge
The perplexing sense of loosing self-control
As I go down into the unknown
There's a multitude of characters I liberate
King and deceiver, thief and crone
They're a part of me and what my psyche generate
Winter keeps calling, beckoning me
An ageless eternal, cold and dark December
Memories drying out from my corpus
Characters cling to death, yet still dares to remember
My vision's fading with mind and time
In the end my body withers down and dies
A mental breakdown in polar clime
No more characters alive as I have lost all allies
The fire's burning in every vein
As I write these memoirs in total desperation
Into remembrance, yet all in vain
As there's no escape from spiritual asphyxiation