The EIFFEL FALL

One of those thoughts that always linger

the fire is over, the fire is quenched

the spark that lights in your heart 

that leads you to solve every mystery of life 

a soothing moving fire like that would 

make every of my demons cry.

that fire is gone. 

where it was once warm, wild and bright 

it cold, sad and without light.

I am not harshly provoked by sudden death or strife 

but by the interest i fail to have in living day by day

for this life is dull, colourless and soulless 

the elements we have created to keep us occupied

have failed to arrest my attention.  

so why stay in this mundane life, 

this pseudo reality we have created. 

let me take you with me or pray for me

pray that the other side are more angels and 

less gargoyles as they say.

I am not afraid of the door of death 

but of what lies behind it, the unknown.

I wish i had visited paris and lived 

the futile dreams of artists just to say i did

then the Eiffel would have been my last home

and when i make my jump 

i would have 2 inapplicable thoughts 

i would hope for a faster fall 

or i would hope i could fly