And with the 5th stroke of the cello,
Thundering the lowest notes you’ve ever felt.
You suddenly awoke falling from a measured height.
You tried to grab for something, even Judas extended his belt.
I quote a toy from a movie.
This isn’t flying, it’s falling… with style.
It never seem to end.
A jape so vile.
Past the panic phase, you suddenly gathered all your senses.
Made you think for a while.
Made you think senseless.
As you hit the pavement, what’s next?
You’re fucking unconscious with no life left.
You basically ended up like every one else,
The only difference would be if you enjoyed the fall or if you succumbed to fear.
The grim reaper told you so.
He was grinning his lipless face at you.
Hollowed visions for the dead.
You see him scream but you’re deaf.