In deep fixed breaths, the cold falling shivers
it stole the ability to hence go hither
no light shines on the absolute zero
the clenching, caniving in fear, anti-hero
I blame the one who steps foot in the path
and longing I will yearn for a final ending clash
but my curious eyes will pop the bubble of sanity
and threaten to expose the well-played fantasy
for what nails in the palm goes bleeding within
a rejecting of truth and accepting of sin
it's a blinding, undermining, whispy, chilling cold
after fires of perception flickered out under the folds
in fear, anti-hero tries to do good
but it makes cloaking the bearer an insidious hood
being haunted and chased by an anti-green it
ever finding, reminding what burning life is lit
