The Descent

No sleep. Step by step. I'm leaving the sky. Watching the neon Islands go by. Fourth floor, third floor. A rhythmic sound. My heartbeat is steady. I'm touching the ground. This is the descent. Slow coming down. Back to the pulse of The neon town. But the air is different. The static is gone. I'm just a traveler Waiting for dawn. Waiting for the dawn. I'm not the ghost who lived in the Dark. I'm finally home. I'm finally a spark.