As I walk this frozen wasteland, snowflakes slowly drops from the sky and covers the naked forest in a thick and silent blanket. If I would have looked back I would have seen a single trail of footprints left on the snow covered road. Forward I march as the forest closes in around me. The thicket growing denser, the long branches reaching out for me like cold and twisted fingers. But I feel nothing. Just the ever beating emptiness within my frozen soul.

With half a heart beating. Life is slowly ebbing away. I'm ready..

Art by Frozenfate 2013