The Birdies Wheel - Dirge

How tall shall I grow?

How deep

Must I fall?

Grains of sand

Overflow

North in all

Nothing in all

The great in the small

Scary glimpse of infinite

Fear breeds fear, stretching slit

Aching breath pours sanity

Seconds as centuries

Hear the creaking of the wheel

Inside me, quite unreal

I make it spin, I make it scream

Screams like sirens

Screams like winds

Like sirens, like winds

All means suffering

Watching that Halo growing dim

In the flicker of their wings

Deafening is the pain

Pain as far as the eye can reach

Stabbing the sky from dusk to dawn

Waiting for stars to hit the ground

Waiting for the Sun to heal my wound

Sharp lines entwined, glowing thoughts

Grab my brain, clutch my throat

Push me close to a giddy void

Whirling swarms and deadly thrills

Poisoned feathers making spin

Making scream The Birdies Wheel