FLY AWAY
I want to fall
Into the world of Ice
Everywhere I look
There is cotton mist
Stench of frozen hands
I want to fall
Into the pit of Fire
I face eternity of wild
Empty furnace
I tear into it willingly
I want to fall
Into the sacred Earth
Everywhere I lay
I sense soft healing vibration
I want to fall
Into the Tempest
Everywhere I look
There is land of great void
Final ennui
I want to get frozen
Burned
Buried
So my lonely soul
Can once again
Soar into the light
With You
Dedicated to M.
06.02.2008. London
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