Falling from the sky
Like a bird ready to die
Hit in the wing
As heavens choir sings
Fluttering
A bit of life
To stroke my ridged heart
I'm falling
As reality crumbles
Through the hands of the creator
Pulling me through the vortex
Swirling
Twirling
It's dark
And I can feel me slipping
I'm not me
I'm not anyone
Just ...
Existing
Tell the last breath has been drawn
Then flung
Flung into an alternate universe
My being of before
Swept away
Born from what had been
And has been forgotten
If I could die
Burried beneath the earth
I would die
But my soul is immortal
A wound a simple wound
Fatal dose not exist
Fatality is not a factor
Simply erasing the chalk
On the board