The Mouth of the Well

[Intro] Cold water at the bottom... The smell of wet earth... Standing at the edge... [Verse 1] Damp moss peels under faint beam, Scratched names from rougher hands. Drips smack the walls unseen, Rusted chain swings in black. [Build] Turn back now or tip over? Clothes snag on this slow drag... [Chorus] THE MOUTH OF THE WELL is calling me, Nothing stares back from underneath. Neck hairs rise in its damp rush, One boot over—heart slams shut. [Verse 2] Oil-slick skin holds no face, Pebble waves drag old stares up. Fingers numb on crumbling ledge, Mud squeezes between the cracks. [Build] Moan rises through floor cracks, Tastes of iron on my teeth. Yanks my shirt toward the drop... [Chorus] THE MOUTH OF THE WELL is calling me, Nothing stares back from underneath. Neck hairs rise in its damp rush, One boot over—heart slams shut. [Bridge] (Is this the jump or just the fall?) Cold arms spread underneath... (Neath... neath... neath...) [Chorus] THE MOUTH OF THE WELL... Is calling... ME! [Outro] I step back from the stone... The water still and cold... Gone...