Reach to touch the frozen ground
Reaching up always falling down
She reaches out for something sound
Just to find she's bound
Her breath hangs aloft; poison clouds
While her skin becomes her shroud
Without a sign a hint or trace
She succumbs to faceless disgrace
She clutched for something she couldn't corrupt
A hint of something beyond the pale
A way of life built beyond distrust
A world where death sometimes fails
Though faced with eternity
She kissed the void of reality
And still without a sign, hint, or trace
She succumbed to faceless
Disgrace
Disgraced
The woman is perfected