Fallen

To late will the people come,
Running from all around,
To stop and stare at the sight,
My body laying on the ground,
My bones are crushed,
Beyond repair,
Some drop to the ground,
In a silent prayer,
The blood surrounds my corpse,
Like a crimsom halo,
My world came tumbling down,
But little did they know,
Nor little did they care,
To see me falling from the sky,
Watching me as I descend,
As if they weren't all there,
But no one tried to stop me,
As I had anticipated from the start,
Yet I didn't die from the fall,
Instead, a broken heart.