drifting away from you

spinning down to the pinpoint drop of isolation

in a spell

walking away from the fire

that keeps my heart

from turning ice



golden feet grace the surface of the sea

sinking deeper i view them from underneath

flailing kicking as i head for the deep

i question a hypothetical lead supper

oh god receive my outstretched hand



will i inhale the blue

spinning down upon the glass

a ghost towards realization of a cell

enclosing the hauntings of a past

that blind the eyes

and rust the heart



so i fell

i need you to take my hand

and keep my heart from ice


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