Call to Death

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 death
Call to death