Inside those walls of ice, whispers unheard.
Footsteps of mine, carving new worlds.
Stumbling in all, remains of the old.
Fragments of a world, never own,
A world lost to men,
The cold bleak and pale
As it descends upon my spirit
I will face the mirror; the reflection

As I descended through the plains of mind,
As the sun erupted and the flames licked my back,
Fallen surround me, nothing more than memories,
Ashes - Floating and dancing in the wind,
Swaying the path of my progression
Burns blistered, ruptured in the gale,
Caliginosity ab

Withering took over existing,
Conscious within transparent walls,
A place so monolithic - bleak cold,
Leaving madness at arm's reach.
Visions from surface - mocking me with voices,
Watching in ecstasy as I fall..
As I fall in to a realm of the never ending,
A realm I