As the screaming wind,
howls the devil's laugh,
through my mind.
The face of reality
swallows my tongue,
gravity feeds its venom into my lungs.
falling...
into a downward twirl...
My lifeless limbs
sweep
a direction of nowhere,
as bone prepares for a carcass mash.
As control fights a trauma of shock,
the realistic battle of force
had never begun.
Another number, added to loss.
I am falling
into the hands of death,
a mass of nothing
racing the ground
for my last breath.
falling...
falling...
silence...
Then nothing...
Only a slide-show
of a life gone by
days...
years...
a flash back rewinds to birth,
A halt in time awakes my present world.
falling...
falling...
silence...
Silver trophy winner
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