My nudity is my identity, without my flesh I am just consciousness trapped between muscle fibers and bones, as I walk through the forest of ice, my bare feet melt the floor below, as the wind and snow blow cold, my naked body keeps me warm, no light to guide my path, in the dark nude I go, wolves lurking in the shadows my sent they know, for if my skin brakes by the bite of their teeth, my blood will be no more;