The malencholy of a Saturnian

The reason Saturn has rings is to tell every one "you can get
this close, but not too close. my hydrogen dense atmosphere will crush
you to pieces". It is an existence of intense isolation. The warmth of
the Sun rarely reaches the core, leaving nothing but barren icy shores.
The outside gasps with wonder, thinking they've maybe found heaven. The
most fascinated and brave dare journey, few make it beyond the rings.
Those that do rejoice and sing, until they breach the hemisphere. What
they once could see is murky and unclear. Cloudy clues, smoke and
mirrors, reflecting your deepest fears. Is this insanity? Or is this
hell? Trapped by some wicked spell, they try to escape. The minute they
entered they sealed their fate, now it's too late. Piecing crushed egos
together with tape.

The tyranny is tragedy 

Too depraved for it's own depravity

Fixing bricks in the mental cavity 

Is the only gravity

The gift of intellect

But not of love

Sending countless wishes to Venus above

Growing old of the cold

Longing for summer to show

Winter is all I have ever known

In this frigate place that is my home

Pray these rings would disappear

Source of tears and irrational fears

Never letting near

Those that think of me dear.