Eyes
Reflect thousands of castle spires
In silver skylines
Surrounded by a formless sea of glass.

Ears
Deafened by silent words of voids.
And like snowflakes joy and speak
In fear my soul becomes a toy and a pitiful joke.

Ice-blue
Palace of doom surrounded by
Black and violet rays around
And unfathomable Throne.

Icy halls
Paved by starry floors of marble and gold,
Sequestered from what's called "It Is",
Being what's never been as "Is".

Serving, glistening
Sprays of visions,
Dead decisions...

Starving, yearning
Seas of scavengers,
Preying on what is Anger.

With care I step towards the centre of the hall,
And knees were telling me of wrench for you to fall.

A crystal coffin hanged I found,
It glances with crimson tears of wounds.

With pain and strength of weakened will
I brought myself to see what is within.

Agaze and bewildered I see -
The one who lies inside is me...

Eerie
Wailing of icy souls,
Devoted and damned
To restoring the calm.