The sky remains black,
And ice can not be seen.
With loud clacks of foot steps,
I walk ever more forward,
Terrified of what’s been,
Terrified of what will be.

The thin sheet of ice below me,
Creeks and moans every step.
The infinite layers above me,
Have long since blocked the sun,
Causing the sky I once knew,
To always remain black.

Will my next step be it,
Or will it be after that.
Who knows what area will give,
To the weight my feet so bear,
And send me down a layer,
To walk again in fear.

My lantern jingles daily,
But then whats a day any more?
It's my only source of light,
In this hellish zone of ice,
That wisps away at the face,
Chipping it as one would chip rocks.

Rock bottom is what I fear,
I heard from other wanderers.
To this I wonder on it's truth,
Do I fear the rock bottom,
Or may it be that I am afraid,
Of breaking my legs instead?

The ice itself looks rocky,
Leaving me bitterly confused.
Will the next fall send me down,
To the place where I can't go on,
Or will I go on ever closer,
and ever more scared.

Flying was once do able,
I know this by my broken wings.
Breaking them made this journey,
An eternal fall to a known destination,
Creating a desire to leave as it hurts,
But creating a desire to hurt more.

Self worth has left this empty shell,
Ever since the computer took over.
It’s programmed to say walk,
Keeping me walking in pain,
Keeping me walking in sorrow,
Keeping me walking in all.

Forgetting its pass code now is,
An undoing I never foresaw.
As now I scream at myself,
To stop walking and stop living,
Burning hatred in my skin by the frost,
Yet the computer keeps me walking.

The reminisce of past lies remain,
On the face I hold to disgust.
A mask is what it is and,
A deathly mask it always will be,
Since taking it off has proven futile,
Breaking all that I knew about myself.

Every-one wanderer that passes by,
Lies confused at my wriggle.
As they don’t see what goes on,
Inside this void of a mind,
And pair me with many others,
By using false statements they believe.

Inside this head of mine,
Are thousands of voices.
They all want command over me,
They all want me dead,
They all have names,
And they all have never been seen.

I want to be the same as others,
I want to be beyond different.
I want to control myself again,
To go on with both a lantern,
And a surfacing yellow sun,
To illuminate the best parts of life.

Though what are the best parts of life,
As I live in this sunless frozen cave,
and forgotten.