Drowning in the silence.
Blinded by the lack of light.
Frowning faces in the clouds.
Carried along by the humid breeze.
Funny these treads,
hello cicada's, forget the bees.
Who cares, not me, im to busy falling,
Whispers of the dark blowing in the wind.
Gods calling, catching me,
on sturdy hands i catch my breath.
Take a second to pull my mind back,
begging for life, right down onto my knees.