Called by the Fire

The sky is clouded and grey like a mirror

Dreams of celestial bliss buried deep

An invisible web of whispers

Spread out over dead-end streets

Silently blessing the virtue of sleep.

I'm still

Called by the fire

My spirit

Called by the fire

Yes, I'm still

Called by the fire

Called by the fire

Eternally

The flickering light

The heat of the flame creates and devours

In my soul there is night

Every day I grow more immune to social sedatives

Every day the web is more transparent

United in fear and the comfort of reason

Illusions that we are all peers

Walking the stairs I am ever more awake

The black cloud is beneath me

And I laugh