The Frozen SiegeI know a place - it's made of ice,The Frozen Siege by ~xxKillerKingxx
Where you can't die, nothing's alive,
And when inside you freeze in stasis,
You forget about those loathsome faces,
That like heat waves shift in form,
Molten masks that droop and glower,
They strain to remain so solid and true,
But stay sharp or they'll fool you.
And what's a better wake-up call,
Than when you hug those cold blue walls?
Those crystal plains pristine and high,
That jolt you to and from you pry,
Your sense of false security,
Replace it with cruel surety,
Because you know you'd rather freeze,
Than walk a farce of warmth and ease.
It's still in there but that's the draw,