Hard, I fall.
I am hitting the walls of stone on my way
And when I hit rock bottom I smash right
There is no end to this for me.
My throat is dry and bleeding from my
cries turned to screams.
There is no air to slow me.
I fall faster and faster.
I reached terminal velocity a long while
I fall faster still.
I begin to burn and break up.
I become a fireball.
But I do not bring any light.
The friction increases.
The further I continue to fall.
Into a bottomless abyss I roar.
There will be no collision.
No need to brace.
The flesh begins to rip from my burning
My mind cracks and crumbles.
The dust flying away in flames.
The darkness begins to pull me down
faster and harder.
Fear is off the dial.
As further and deeper I continue to go.
There goes my hope.
As my heart and soul break away.
I wish this were a dream or even a
I just cannot comprehend.
I cannot even fathom.
All systems begin to shut down.
As the pressure pushes down on me
Vital signs are faint.
I close my eyes to it all.
I become so cold.
Turning into a burning ball of ice.
I go limp.
I would rather cease than to endure this.
And there is no way of enduring this.
SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY