Cold

The cold is calling…

The cold is calling…

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The water climbs behind my eyes,

I feel the pull beneath the tide.

Shadows drift where I can’t reach,

Their fingers brushing over me.

I’m tired in a way that burns,

Cold enough to make me turn.

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I fall so slow…

I fall so slow…

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Coldwater sleep, dragging me under,

Breath turned to thunder in my chest.

Coldwater sleep, slower and slower,

Down where the silence feels like rest.

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I’ve never known the warmth they mean,

Just winter clinging to my skin.

The deeper that the dark surrounds,

The more I sink without a sound.

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Let me drift…

Let me drift…

Below… below… below…

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Coldwater sleep, pulling me under,

Weight in my lungs I can’t release.

Coldwater sleep, slower and slower,

If I keep sinking… will I find peace?

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So cold…

I go…