Call to Death - Cloud Rat

There’s a voice that lives inside my head

Shy from expression and interpretation

That gives me right to sink inside of nothing

Where I can be

Where I can be a vast migration

Forever, fleeting endorphins, stimulate the passing

It’s leaving, I’m leaving

Thin membrane to scrape

For excess building blocks;

For bleeding emotions;

I could melt and be fine

Must breathe pine to feel alive

All efforts circumvent the coming call to dath