1 November 2012
It is ice... Yet liquid. Chilled, frozen hard but flowing, caressing my every vein and every artery. Directing my every crimson muscle in to a motionless hibernation.
Pale blue with streaks of silver. Shining like molten diamond, splitting and peeling every colour away from the others.
The division; shaking me into life... Yet freezing every cell and putting out all the fires.
One hundred sparks fly as the light goes out. Dark falls over the river of ice as winter sets in.
Flushed skin pales, almost transparent, luminescent... Fading.
Finally it reaches my sleep-less eyes, hidden in the afterglow of nightmares...
The cold seeps in, in to my soul.
The Winter Within • Opuss № I