Hush, my innocence...Be silent...There is no use in trying to strain. You may either await the frosty macabre, or chafe within the shackles. Thin and delicate. A turn of the throat can sha.tter them, leaving you to a death with haste. Child, precious creature, acceptance is a beauty. So, hush...Let you make a bed of ice flakes, dear. Rest your head, and I shall caress your fragile visage, 'til you sleep. Rest in peace...