by Melodie 

Burning, smoking,  

blazing, flaming,  


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.