Inner Carcass
An inner carcass,
Supported by frozen flesh,
Held by fortified bones,
Soul of regress.
What might you stare at,
Ahead of you if not,
For a glacier of a scape,
And a set of dangling blue branches.
Illuminating aura in the distance,
Granting you the desired warmth;
The one you long for,
that yellow haze,
That, which will make you brighter.
Supported by frozen flesh,
Held by fortified bones,
Soul of regress.
What might you stare at,
Ahead of you if not,
For a glacier of a scape,
And a set of dangling blue branches.
Illuminating aura in the distance,
Granting you the desired warmth;
The one you long for,
that yellow haze,
That, which will make you brighter.