I feel the coldness of the abyss,
the pressure pushing against me,
Inch by inch,
I see the light thousands of feet above,
Slowly paddling to its rays,
Each level I feel my insides settle,
More in place of where they belong,
Feeling the water gradually warm,
But the ice cold feeling still runs to my heart,
Like icicles piercing my arteries,
Pushing to give me life,
All I can hope for is the sun to help beat down on me,
Warming up like a slow boil of water,
Until I see the surface,
All I feel is darkness,
Moving to the light.
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