(untitled, as of yet...) 

Cold columns of death grey stone 
Tower over me, bony fingers 
Of the demon which traps me here 
Destroying my happiness in its malignant clutches. 
There is no use in fighting anymore 
My struggles have become weak 
And still the rock stands, unyielding. 
Tears run in rivers to blood pooling, 
A scarlet mirror reflecting unspoken agony- 
I drown slowly in its' crimson depths 
With my pain-dull eyes staring back up at me. 
If iron could speak... 
The shackles biting my wrists would laugh 
I stopped resisting them long ago, now 
I revel in their cold, binding me to awareness. 
Frost decorates my skin in patterns of frigid lace, 
My heart becomes ice 
Heated now only by the fire of another 
The flames nowhere near hot enough to thaw 
My frostbitten existence. 
Only time shall tell 
If I am lost to this world 

11/14/01 Sydney Maddox