Forgetfulness

My inner monster tells me I'm alive
My blood boils trhough my skin
Shouting, screaming, quietly
The ice castle around me tremble, silent
My throat burns, hurts
It contains the sand of a thousand deserts
With cold hands and warm chest
Hold the despair inside
The craving, haunting
Gutters my mouth
In the silence a color whispers
A voice of soft snake
Calls the darkness crowd
Of my sealed lips
Century and second
Side by side, holding hands
For the sacred spirit of oblivion