Flakes of pain fly over me.
I'm standing on the verge of an erupting volcano, the heat slapping my face hard, my tears evaporating before touching the floor.
My voice is fracturing in a morbid melody, forming a narrow tomb on the surface of life.
I stand, waiting for salvation, a redeemer, the pain within is impossible, my life, my memories, my sad recollections.
Flakes of pain fly over me. Migrating birds called my name, follow us follow us, salvation is there, far from your materialistic world.
Everybody's got a reason. Everybody owns a path, but they all meet beyond.