Treading waters, you strive for the Trench in crimson headlights
pretending to fly your way to the sun in a fiction of flight
Fly with me and I will drown with you,
to the place where I cannot breathe; where you learnt how to.
To the scraps of your cage,
where your lifeless eyes are locked into.
Hold my hand, lead me to the end of your gaze,
where moths eat the light,
where your tired traveling eyes rest dim like stars in the city sky
Walk me to your home, to the corner of your smile,
the rust to your sunsets,
where ripples flow effortlessly, without skimming stones,
where you are still a kid and the life is whole,
where hermits show magic,
where we don’t die when we fall,
or may be we do,
And if so, let me fall to the bluest pit of your void;
fear not for me.
I will find my strength. I will fight your cage, I will find a escape
and hopefully on my way back, I will wrap you in my arms.
I will drag you along with me.
