Tracks in the frost circle perfectly into themselves
With no discernible departure from what I can tell
Ever convinced I'm not alone, I follow where footsteps fell
Each time greeted with the same silence I've come to know so well
These trees all look the same
As I'm led further astray
Stark monoliths, each a tribute to the feral gods of this lonely place
Denizens of a world untouched by the warmth of day
Each branch reaches toward the same direction in which they gaze
Toward their own reflections in the frozen lakes
Each one focused on their own familiar shape
Threats of death whispered among them coalesce into a roar
And I fall on bended knees on command of a language I've not heard before
I only hope I can arise before the coming of the storm
Blood pounds within my ears as the cold permeates my flesh
And, as I'm sealed into this resting place, I welcome death
I understand the end is near as the surface reflects my frozen stare
But in my weary state of mind, I can't force myself to care
I come to know the life contained in this place I once thought bare
Concealing all who wandered through the paths I've shared
Never to acknowledge my own internal strife
I'll rest here ever-convinced the path I chose was right
Tracks that I've followed end with where I've come to die
Sunk cost-purchased progress brought about the end of life