I took a step towards death,
I felt myself
F
A
L
L
I
N
G
Back down, to earth, from my home high up in the clouds.
Greeted by faceless ghosts,
So different from
The
Angels
Up
Above.
Now I'm sitting in a case of glass.
So easy to shatter, yet so hard to
B-R-E-A-K
Watching the fish swim by.
Alone.
