Lay him down in a basket of snow
Snow that the hundreds face
If laid lightly in the ground
He will scream "I need to leave!"
These screams are never heard
Hundreds have once created moments
That no one will miss and
Through his ears the screams echo
Til the end of the Earth

He crawls out, seeking ambition
But covers over recognition
He's between two hearts
Pushing them apart
Future flashing are not truths
And all that results is a whisper
Like all that mumbles
Needs a touch of clarity
Fragmented pieces fall into place
But when the piece is out of reach
He fails it all

His heated intentions grow
Scraping off the charred mask
Then it settling; he must leave it
For the new shoots of water to grow
But he sees demonic figures over the sill
Growth that wilts now in his eyes
His internal infinite demise
Which he ignores with a fainted smile
Locked in a cage, just a smile
Never a fear

Breathing in what is not right