I dream of falling, such dreams that lurk,
they creep into your slumber, an invader,
with twisted smiles, smirks like daggers,
that draw blood on the innocent.

I always fall, from myself,
always dropping myself from my skin.
Feet ache; limbs weak.
I know I will face it again.

If I can stand to glare into its face,
the optics of nightmares, Satan's stare-off.

The simpleton sleeps, in its bother-less sleep, and falls again.
it falls with no-one, I fall with no-one.
I fall in the square box, watching the weeping,
I fall into the arms; of unknown simplicity,
types of simplicity never fall.

Never falling,
always peace,
That's what will happen when I fall next,
Always peace, Always.