A Frosty Hell

[deathbylight]

Crows come to perch
In the shrouds of the dawn,
Eyeing the corps
That lay in the dirt.

Seeping blood
Drips from the sky
As the evil dance in the shadows.

The night unveils the weeping spawn,
The night unveils the frost;
Cold to the touch,
Icy wind to the heart,
Intoxicates the cure.

Detox the virus,
Fuel the destruction
Of the earth
From which they came.

Remove the unlikely,
Devour the sick,
Entrap reality of death.

Only now
Will we truly realize
The “purity” of our black-
Hardened souls.

From which our reality
Was based
Has been lost,
For no one has considered to seek
The true meaning
Of our existence
That will someday
Consume us all.