Magicians At My Funeral

No matter where you go it always feels like it’s snowing.
Even when you get to where you want to be,
There’s always something else in the way.
Always another vice to make you fall deeper,
Into the pits of ice hell.
It’s never ending.
You cannot escape the dreadful fate of this iceworld.
Even when you cease to exist, 
Your heart is eternally frozen over.
The overwhelming anxiety that consumes one whole,
And leaves you frozen in ice, 
Space and time,
Constantly longing to reunite with the outside.
Only Satan remains.
No one cares,
And no one relates. 
Your alone.
You dissasociate so far from reality,
That you don’t know how to get back.
You can’t no matter how hard you try. 
The past and future do not exist.
Only now is real in this hélice iceworld.
- ICEYSLURKIN
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Magicians At My Funeral

HBK