I am on the edge of nowhere,

Where I peer out on the sea.

There is naught but ice and water,

And only death to set me free.

With the ring of flash and steel,

And the iron grip of men,

My palm to blade bequeaths my blood,

And tells its secrets to them.

Drops of purple liquid,

Dark acid 'gainst the snow.

My lifeblood pours incessant,

As I watch it's ebb and flow.

Their faces, hungry yet fearful,

They clamor to grab ahold,

With eyes as claws and talons,

They tear at my body whole.