all, is silence, down below the ice flow
drifting, there i see her
floating slowly toward me
behold god, suspended there
pale and nude, her face obscured
by long red hair
staring deep, a slow embrace
oozing ink, her mouth agape
to show the way
now i'm lost in the setting sun
now i'm lost like everyone
tell them all of the drowned one
call me mad and so they shun
creeping back 'neath the setting sun
creeping back to the drowned one
stay below til the raising sun
frost bite turned my limbs to none
now i sit, a head and chest
begging them, to return me
back to the deep
all, is silence, down below the ice flow
drifting, as all time slows
obscured by the ink flow
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