longer.blue

The snowbanks grow beyond your sight, The winds rob your focus from afar, And the dark seeps into every earthen crevice. It's so beautiful out here, beyond your lonely sight. It's a wonderful feeling, bereft of that artifical, cynical guilt. But you set your lanterns alight, you fight back. Your light dims out the gentle stars, Yet you proceed without fret for your actions. You build, you create--you cull, you destroy. But those distant souls look far from your own. In due time, you will find their fractured bodies where you left them, Unknowingly one in the same, building your empire upon fractured minds.