Frozen

An echo goes out, from the shriek of my anger.

The wind howled with me, a mournful lament,
whipping icy needles across my face.

From the ashes of my burnt mind, the dust will settle.
My echo is lost into the desolate expanse.

Each crystal, a tiny, glittering shard stabbed into my skin,
leaving me with stringy skin and blood streaks across my cheeks.

The once vibrant colours leached away, replaced by a sterile, heartbreaking beauty.
The nocturnal sun cast only pale tortured light, leaving a burning coldness that seeped deep into my bones.