Coming out cold
Your eyes heavy with ice
The rope is still wrapped around your ankle
And your stomach, bottomless
Your mind comes back from the distance
No, still far away
Just as soon as you beckon light in
Darkness returns
No No No
Quick, sink your fingers into the ground
Hold on tight if you can
With that rope they'll pull you under
Under again
Only God knows when you'll return
But you're too far to remember
I've seen it before
Why do you think I'm not here?
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