Pouring

Deep inside the mind
There's something calling
A child, so cold, so blind
In the depths it's falling

I'm awake too late
To see it rise anew
Some said it shall be fate
And those who hope are few

I feel caught in a landslide
Innocence is pushed aside
The world is calling and I am mute
Skies are burning, I lost my parachute

Fire and ash mean just another day
I'm made of mud, my ankles of clay
Lost in this furnace, the self-violence
Bleeds me until it ends in silence

I call. No words come out of the gutter
Slowly I fade and my eyelids flutter
As if butterflies before their early death
I don't want to draw another breath.