All the things I've run from,
Always catch me in the end.
Nothing left to stand on, in this ice cavern.
At long last my heart is frozen, left open-
Far too long.
Now my soul is numbing from the warmth given out.
Not much more can be felt, not enough to pull out.
Weakening walls soon they will crumble leaving nothing left, but the icicles creating death.
To be free is not what I want.
Only for the Frost-
To thaw.
