Inception of My Fall

Oh! Shall my fall be?

Broken down.

It’s a call.

They’re calling me,

To take me away,

Away and far away.

How far could I know.

To the intensity of your truth,

When I am not I

Any more.

When soul,

My soul is defending,

Blending in your color.

Oh! Shall the angles be?

My mighty escort.

To lead me to the heaven,

To an endless away,

Carrying a body, weathered,

Dead and molded in clay.

The journey of life,

From smile to wrath,

And from insecure soul,

From inception of the death.

Here to be finished,

The journey of my life.

Here’s to be finished,

Struggle of a tired one,

And,

It’s a call,

To call me out.

For the final,

Inception of my fall.