Snowflake

Is it poison?
or just a flame.
Coursing through veins,
feeling
it
crawling
out from within.

Like shards of snowflakes,
frost bitten

within hollow glass tubes.
A puff of smoke may...

turn inner demons.

A
Labyrinth, 
some say.

Thoughts create their own
     book of shadows.

They speak,
Shh...the Silent Tongues

pages

into the depths..
go
These explorers.

They seek the...
Alchemical Whispers of
Insomniax Doktrine,

For it holds no wisdom.

Echos of shattered truths.

Eternal, we wander...
in search of wonders.

Unearthed.

Captured,

within it's pages.