Gray skies cloud my mind.
This tower will fall into this skyfall.
The rope that will rescue will burn.
This cigarette in your hand, will be the
euphoria of tomorrow.

The stars above will be the death of me.
This shallow wind carries me into the heavens.
As I open my arms unto you,
You have embraced me with deep regret.

Soon, I will fall below the great sky.

This fire in my heart will not survive winter.
It will be extinguished from the cycle of the ******.

One more step, I say.
I hear nothing but the voices in my head.
They say, leave this place.
Throw yourself into freedom,
Be one with the ashes.

Now, I am one with the air.
Sharp hurricanes of wind breezes before me.
I get high with rush,
and soon I am hovering.
Flying.
Falling.
Crying.

My arms have fallen into the sky.
Soon I will turn into dust.