"Days pull you down just like a sinking ship..."
"...floating is getting harder..."*
The boy sunk down the frostbitting waters, feeling the pain leave him as well with his senses. His vision slowing twisting into a colorless blurr as his body felt heavier and heavier...
"But tread the water, child, you know that meanwhile..."
"I can't die."
"Rises the moon..."
"Days pull you up just like a Daffodil..."
"... upthroted from its garden..."
He walked by the blizzard, feeling weaker and weaker at each step he took, feeling the blood and the salty water dripping off his freezing skin in cold drops.
"They'll tell you that owe, but even so you know..."
"Rises the moon..."
He fell down his knees, his eyelids feeling heavy, his breath came out in short, heavy puffs. It was hard to move.
"Oh, close your weary eyes.."
"I promise you the autumn comes to steal away each dream you keep..."
"Breathe..."
"Breathe..."
"Breathe..."