Across the winter of my mind I run
Prey hunted by baying dog
Thoughts press through my icy soul
Frozen in time eternal...
Chained to post of life I run
In circles...
Shrieking as hunter bites
Breaking free...cries of despair
Shattering heart
Rending of Soul
I weep...
Darkness consumes
Creeping cold fingers prepare meal of mind
Writhing ecstasy of madness
It feeds
One last bit of hope...
Heart, soul, mind consumed
Imprint of life pressed into icy plateau
Evidence of what used to be
In the winter of my mind
Hunter sated
Rests
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