Down to the earth I fell with dripping wings
These heavy things won't fly
And if the sky so chose to catch on fire and burn the axis of the earth
I'd be fine...
That's why I prefer a sun less sky to the glittering and stinging in my eyes
And I'll let my end
Gleam in the dark crimson sea
As I sink
I am dead air
Barley floating there, breathlessly
When my reality dissolves
I open up my eyes
Everything is a shore-less sea
A weightlessness is passing over me
The waves, the stars, the universe,
Finally resting in my arms.
I am free.
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