leaving bedford falls

And we are now leaving Bedford Falls.
I wonder if I'm the only
pillar of salt to be here.
All aboard the Titanic,
all signals to the seas.
I feel my own hands
tearing myself apart,
piece by piece
till nothing exists.
My sun fall out
amongst the stars,
here it all goes now afar.
I peel off my senses,
leaving only sounds,
to hear and to hope.
The blackened cavity
beats on in my chest,
when the rest says to you
that it's dead.
Don't fall,
don't weep,
don't start to sleep.
The burned out halo
 will not rise with you
to guide your feet.
So Davinci,
will you rise from your grave,
to reassemble,
what only he could save?