Enigma
my mind be an enigma a room full of mirror an atrium that let cool refresh light flow in but the light i see be red the sun be cover in blood the sight of this take on it own poisoning shape in my mind what creature have i become an object off insatable fire i have no anxious desire just cool complacency i be blind to my thought i have become a barren block of ice tip over the edge into the fridged flowing water below