Shadows Poem by Heart of Ice Die Die Die

Shadows walk among the living
in their own little sections
of solitude and depression.
Silent floating specters.
And I walk with them.
For their state of being
is easy to fall into
and make your own.
Dark and silent,
we bring the cold lurking depression
that flows from us so easily.
We have so much of it to offer.
So shall you partake in this game willingly,
or will it be thrust upon you?
Perhaps when you're sleeping,
or maybe when your guard is down
our misty fog shall creep
into the cracks and crevices
of your mind
until it is filled with it.
Some minds are easier then others,
easily taken, easily controlled.
Some are even driven to an insanity.
But some,
those few of strong mind and body...
They refuse out fog
and keep it out.
Their minds untouched
whole and pure.


Nov.-16-09