Here I sit trapped inside my mind,
in the rigid landscape and endless
fields of frozen sorrow. Why am I here?
Why am I the one to be excluded
and punished? Alone I sit, in this old
cabin of rotting wood, to avoid the
icy winds breezing through the plains.
Who they are I know not, but
they come to torment and feed
to me the thoughts of death.
At night i hear their ghostly voices,
inaudible chants of mystery, misery,
and emptiness. How i weep for them to
cease, how i cry out for these endless thoughts
of death to end.
Snow falls forever, the frozen winds keep
my frozen sorrow cold. Am i here trapped
forever? Even after death will i be stuck in this
barren wasteland, wandering without a purpose?
Frozen in the core is light and happiness.
But shall I ever break it free?
I only descend deeper into the cold dark
prison of my mind. Forever alone I will wander,
forever alone i will sit, in this rotting log cabin.
Forever more will I suffer and cry sorrowful tears
in this barren frozen wasteland, the wasteland of despondency