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 realisation 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...