Without meaning to
I turn inward
  wandering my desolate mindscape.
Thoughts of this life
Chill me senseless
  freeze my soul.
Shards of ice surround me
Hedge in my mind
  numb me.
Where is the flame?
Who will melt my prison
  from about me?
Tranced will
Succumbing to the sleep
  cold sleeper’s Death.
Slow fade into oblivion
Shadows before my eyes
  -sighs-

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