Cold ground Waking up back in the abyss Farther down than before Weathered chains reformed Feathered wires crawling Tethered wings spawning Reaching, never grasping (Contact forever slipping) Pulled by its tendrils, entrapped (Extinguished by the skin that enfolds me) Not a song in me Not an ask to keep No more colors to see Not a goal worth the reach The Sun has burned it out of me