Deny

I've been waking up in oceans

Drying myself blindfolded

Breathing the sinners air

Laughing in the face of being

Am I really leaving?

They say that my departure

I denied by myself

I've been sleeping deep in snow

Lonesome at the bottom

Alone at the mountain top

Staring slowly at the world

I've been dying for some time now

Can't you feel it breathing?

It's lovely on the ground

Lovely as it sleeps