Sleeping in and out of an ice bathnNo warmth, no life withoutnIt's too much, my arms, my legs are wood, unconscious trees with roots deep in the groundnWe will all be out, soon, an ocean ringed with tile.nI know that's not your style but it certainly will be mine if I can't make this rightnnSo please, please, please, release me.nnCan you hear my faintest breath, is it amplified?nThe number that I've become will put you insidenI've got a message that I must relaynNo, I can't delay it one more time (it's not going well)nIt is desperate, can you relate, can you please, please relate? (I'm not holding up)nI am trapped, I'm stuck here on this bathroom floor and I don't have much more hope or pridenNo air, no food (but I'm sure that I'm still alive..)nnJust open your eyes, your dead ones (all ashes on the floor)nI will never need you more, just open your eyes, your dead ones.