A Cry for a Thousand Miles.

[Fkeu'itan]

Come, o heathen call,
Spring forth and catch me.
And embrace me for the drop.
For I am falling, apart.
Adrift from my peers,
All of my knowledge,
From all that is, and all that is not.

Deliver me through cold abandon,
And through hardships endured.
Of no meaning,
Of no puropse or volume.
And into not a further depth...

But nor of light and ease.
Tell me not what to believe,
Nor what I shouldn't.
Simply allow space...
An empty collapse, a maelstrom of silence.

Remove all from me,
And remove all from worlds undone.
'Till lasts nothing more than self,
And show what it is to be alone.

Grasp my weathered soul,
For we fall together.