Ice on Steel
By-Critical.
Breath of steel and ice,
Cold and distant,
Gray areas abound.
Shapes appear in mists of clouded sight
Hope is lost in ensuing chaos:
A plunge from highest steeple.
Superman is dead;
The backbone of a people
Shattered by their own tendencies.
Novelty is the only thing that keeps us alive.
There is nothing new, however.
That luxury is reserved for beasts and fools.
Call it fatalistic;
Call it what it is.
Caring can only lead to heartbreak.
Call your name into the wind.
Does it answer?
Does it answer?
Shout your name to the heavens.
No one is listening.
God is dead or gone.
No one to listen anymore.
Do you care?
Ice on steel is the ultimate epitome.
Ice on steel is all that remains.
There is cold, and there is unyielding.
That is all that remains.