Always The Same

A single window,
A thousand tears,
Stained in scarlet,
Painted with fear.

The window's sealed shut,
Frosted from the inside,
Purple-blue fingers try to scrape away,
Layer after layer of ice.

There is no escape,
There is no going back,
Its too late to regret,
When your bones begin to crack.

So it begins,
Death comes slow,
Agonizing as always,
But neither friend nor foe.

Under the snow,
Piled up so high,
Were others like you,
That were living to die.

What would you see,
Through the cracked glass,
Was it worth your pain,
Or was it worth your past?

Illusions are cruel,
They tell us sweet lies,
Is that what you saw?
In your last moments of life?

Just like the others,
Just like the rest,
Puppets in motion,
Up until death...