opaque ice
frozen fog perhaps?
dreams trapped in sequence
neverending
paused stuck in time
frosted veins spiderwebbing
across cracked mirrors
lead straight to the heart of this
chaos
is my name.
utter destruction
is my game.
recklessly breaking
these shattered pieces are too small
to piece back together
but big enough
to leave me bleeding
dying
dying?
immortality is not reserved
for the puppets
heartless i'll continue on