Tenth floor -
Slit, slash, bleeding gash.
Leaning back, letting the blood fall.
Falling further, to the end.
Ninth floor -
Spinning round, like a ferris wheel,
Catching air,
Breath as heavy as the falling mass.
Eighth floor -
Closer now, It's near the end.
Cars pass, as if they didn't see
The lifeless face - falling before their eyes.
Seventh floor -
A feather glides, look up!
The angel falls, she falls above me.
This death wont be so lonely.
Sixth floor -
Reach for her hand, pull her down.
Fingertips touch
And lock, in the vice of desperate hands.
Fifth floor -
Silent words of love linger in the air,
They don't fall as fast
As the bodies of two lovers.
Forth floor -
Passers by stare, bewildered at the side,
Looking over the edge.
Wondering why.
Third floor -
Such a short time to the end,
But still too long to think.
Too long, too long.
Second floor -
So close - too close for a dream,
This time it's a reality.
Death looms closer every second.
First floor -
Slowing down in thought,
But time just stays the same.
Hours for a second.
Ground floor -
What was once two lovers,
Is now two bodies, and two souls.
Together, but seperated. |
