The weight of the clouds crushing the earth.
Gasping for air.
I climb the mountain,
Forcing myself to reach the peak,
and not deny the chaos around me.
A cycle of death continuously appears near me.
If only I could climb higher,
Above the vapors
choking the life out of me.
Climbing and climbing,
yet never reaching.
My foot tumbles, my body is dragged down,
I now unleash a desperate feeling—
knowing that if I fall, I’ll surely drown.
Plunging in the abyss, the cold is near—
I say goodbye to the world I hold dear.