• Harder than the ice of a drifting glacier
    Sailing quickly to the edges of the earth
    Flat as a pancake with ridges and valleys, preventing faded thoughts and dreams from cascading into oblivion.

    Snow as white as a dead body that it covers underneath its cold blanket.
    Littered with sepia colored papers of old glories, long since forgotten.
    Blood seeping through the compact coffin,
    Creeping to its creases threatening to expose the impurities that lie beneath.

    Wings that can no longer fly through the jagged skies
    Ripping and shredding everything that dares to reach beyond its mortality.

    A cage-less prison made of a broken city.
    Skyscrapers all around, daring against the jagged threats.
    Broken streets preventing tender souls the adventure beyond.
    Cables restricting movement to any other destination either than the one set in stone.

    Skeletons with a thin layer of silk as their skin, walking like a puppet…
    Walking towards a graveyard in the form of a golden safe.
    Huge with a padlock to keep the seams tight.
    No keyhole or combination.

    Snow whispering through the cages, a haunting laugh, too cold to survive from.
    Voices egging the thoughts of suicide.
    Drag that cold blade across tender flesh.

    Let the red river cascade over the edges into oblivion.
    Like a glacier made of ice racing towards it destruction.
    Sensing the inevitable end…

    Racing ever closer.

    Like a runner at the end of the race of the century.
    Feeling the victory brush against their skin.
    Taste the sweetness in their mouth.
    The cheers and celebrations…

    Suddenly stop.
    The seams of the coffin sealed tight, snow covering any evidence of a life that had existed.
    Creeping ever closer to the cascading oblivion.

    Warm welcomes from loved ones dead since the dawn of time.
    Hugs from ancient pharaohs and condemned witches.

    Torched by flesh and saved by snow.
    Sin and faded snow charming with whispers and promises of a salvation soon at hand.

    Come with me, child.
    Follow me to the new world.
    Lets raise some hell and kill some natives.
    Steal their land and prove we did nothing with empty treaties.

    Buried in coffins deep in the pure snow, hiding cracked smiles and frozen tears.

    Faded glories and faceless leaders…

    Into the oblivion we are condemned…