holding myself down beneath the snow
dying in cold down beneath the snow
laying in white and oppressed by white
trying to find what is left of me
tapping your boots right above my head
the eggs have cracked upon the stairs
they have become more than I can stand
and the cloud has come to pick me up
this frozen mud is where I want to stay
holding my breath down beneath the ice
wishing for death down beneath the ice
laying in white and oppressed by white