Benighted Leams - Wraith of Winter Haven

Upon that waking moment there are only shades of grey, A feeling of impenetrable fog bears down, Emotion glimmering, but yet lost, and powerless, A dull cold flame, Those unblinking sockets stare back, This earthbound wraith, Clawing at all normality, Those grey moments bleeding further into black, Could it be slashed into existence? The weeping of lifeless eyes to be an object of spite? A shattered figurine should always be hidden behind a heavy curtain of deceit, For it would be too late to halt the plague, The plague of human weakness, That moment when unblinking sockets narrow to cruel slits, The dull heart rising with contempt and a tourniquet to the throat, Just for that black moment before it returns to the state of grey, An ice sculpture returning to it's Winter haven, Always staring to the horizon & never within, Though the peril of sculptural beings is the roots deep in earth entwining them, A frozen victim of strangulation, That silent force ready to unveil it's unwanted presence from within, Flowers of mortal downfall sowing their dark seed, To always be trampled into the dirt.