All we need is one push
to fly over the edge..
And we are tumbling down
behind the setting sun
beneath the crescent moon
We are tumbling down
into an endless chasm
Where the falling stars live
and the broken roots grow
We are going down
down
down
into the inky abyss
Where darkness breathes life
into our shuddering bodies
and encases our limbs
like smooth satin
welcoming our souls home
We have always been
creatures of the night