Betwixt the Fire and the Ice

Betwixt the fire and the ice,
Lays the pleasure to entice
The thousand easy 'swaded souls
To leave the other well-walked holes.

Living just on borrowed time,
Each grain of sand, seconds devine.
Smothering a burdened heart,
Each smile and laugh a deceptive art.

Of wavered vision and hearts a-race,
First of sloth then panther pace.
Palptations, ulcerations,
Loss of veins and found elations.

Friends, family, lovers depart,
For your wicked distanced heart.
So close to nature and the light,
Has left them in an endless night.

Betwixt the fire and the ice,
Dwells a thousand frightened mice.
Slaves and whores, emotionally poor,
Abyssal ocean, no safe shore.