queen of the north enchanted by a crown
never tasted the innocence in her frozen throne
expectation of sun, deception of mirrors
now she is dying, fading of all lights

loss of an exception
fear from the unknown

your crown is falling
my queen of nothing

Drawn invards..
Involuntary adaptation
Excursion in this cold world
In subconscious
All are compells me to live
..but must be a door on the wall..
To escape from cold winter sun.
Death.. tak eme away from this.
Endless blank.. dismal dark..!

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