I listening to the beeping, 
the sounds of the city streets.
The whitles of winds, and car horns blasting,
and voices outside as they meet.

The fire exploding in the darkness,
the endless stream of hate.
The wounds, and screams, and terrors I see,
sometimes weigh on me, and are too great.

When I can't take it any longer, 
and the pressure rises above me.
The skies seems so far away,
and the iceberg pushes and shoves me.

I grab ahold of nothingness,
and slowly fall away.
Waking to the sounds,
of the every formiliar day.
Of the lands, far far away.