Icy Roads.

Twisting and swerving through every glass patch-


Don't take you eyes off the way.

For a moments glance will come with a price to pay.


If I fall, make sure you are the one that would be there to catch.

Landing softly is something I've only heard of, at long last.


In this place there is no time to play,

Though others disagree with danger and will not stay.


Through thick and thin, the outcome could become the past.


Do not fear what lies on the other side-


What lies ahead will always condemn you,

Regarless of what you choose or do.


The fear of it happening comes naturally like the tide-


The moon pulls you out of your everlasting gaze,

You've slipped on that glass, and this is the end of your days.


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