Lost, and moreover forgotten.
Yet the longer you're in the dark, the more your eyes adjust.
My body is begging for warmth and freedom,
Until my hour of catastrophic pain,
I'll Wait in this lonely seclusion,
The contrast of my morality and instinct collide,
But where do I fucking run now?
The sharp bite of frost,
envelops me in painful bliss,
I will be free,
It's just time's way of playing its cruel, daunting game.
Free...for the first time.