I am sitting, paralyzed, below  
the precipice of an avalanche looms  
I cannot move, I cannot cry  
I can only gaze high up the sky.  

Stones skitter, skatter, patter  
against my skin leaving just  
patterns woven in purple  
and red rain, pleading out  

The rest will come soon,  
but I have no means to hurry them on  
I sit — no, she suffocates me  
wraps her gauzy arms until

Calm, all suppressed  
Rage, embers struggling free  
If that is what it must be,  
let us pay the fee.

My mind floats high,  
the time to go is not yet nigh

If the end is already set  
Why struggle? Why try?  
Sink into the lullaby  

Just don't crash back to Earth,  
before it is time.