• froze freedom, locked worship dent agony sweat in frustration, my eyes are colder than any freezer lost hope false gods, group of assains killing for the thrill motionless time symphonic symbols bring toil to my circle ,passion writes its creed on my left cheek my torment keeps me dormant in the summer a silver tune with a bronze sound a high shadow crumbles into dark ice
    frozen in time lifted by agony its self isolated by the pain left aim here frozen to not be remembered or be flourished , never to be mourned by my disappearing not affected by grief i then lay to rest frozen