Clear is the Ice

Clear is the ice that hides the truth,

Carrying with itself the secret of crooks.

Hiding everything in plain sight,

It hid everything even from light.

Taking the shape it was molded to,

Creating structures known to a few.

When it touched my flushed skin,

Slowly gliding against my neck and chin.

I finally took a breath without hurting,

And my thoughts started diverting.

The shaky hands; the racing heart,

And the feeling of falling apart.

All dissipated into the air around,

My heavy breathing was the only sound.

These demons attacked me daily,

I was clinging to my soul, barely.

How long can I carry on like this,

Slowly spiraling into that black abyss?