At sun down.
I fall.
Around the sun,
The flame licks,
Torching the heart
To a cinder dark brown.
Through clouds
Where I reach out,
For a silver line.
It scars my skin with naked sorrows.
Flights, flocks
The birds soaring.
I plead,
Carry me from here.
Down,
The drop ends?
Am I dreaming,
Or is it a nightmare?
Further below,
Society,
With its green and brown,
Awaits me with Devil's clutches.
A craned neck,
I look up,
At where it all began.
It did.
With a fall,
A drop.