yawnder mourning

Encased in Ice
The boy must rise
He finds himself upon a lake,
where nobody is safe
For the sake of feeling,
He keeps dreaming, sleeping

He finds himself inside the snake,
What a terrible place to have to wait
This isn’t so bad, he tells himself
He can't move, not without some help
He must die before he reveals his wealth

He is naked, broad and broken
He hasn’t woken, eaten or spoken
The room he stands in is still, dark,
Refining the sound of a still heart

Emblazed tonight
The boy must rise
He finds himself upon the moon,
Says goodnight to his darling
Reaches for his gun
and waits for the sun

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retrospectively, i can see this might not make much sense, but few dreams do.