Acrophobic

If height is bestowed beneath me
Not upon me
I have nothing to look forward to but death
My fate
Lies beneath me
Way past my feet
I can see my spread out
On the ground
So bloody so neat
Watching the ground attack
At ten meters per second
Looking up searching for hope
But finding none
My body feeling weightless
Resting on nothing but air
Getting closer
Closer
Closer...
Until...

By BLacc Zacc