he sleeps below the sheet of ice
the frozen sight
he claws at to mangle and destroy
his palms open
the adhesive cold holding him there
inevitable stare
into the sight he thrashes again
and again no avail
it is his torment in this icy hell
to face the fear
to dive further into the deepest pain
an acid bath
burns and stabs as the coldest rain
on bare flesh
what his body has been stripped of
his mind shaved
the scab ripped from his very soul
the clay shattered
pieces linger apart and left broken
in stinging frost
under the sheet of ice, sheet of cold
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