You didn't even flinch as i fell from the sky, no your fucking eyes always staring at the setting sun whose rays i tried to dance on till my wings burned off. My screams were muffled by your still life world. then i hit the ground, not with a splash, but with a subtle break of the surface. Well you won't have to worry about blocking screams out anymore because all i have left is mud and water in my lungs and your voice saying, "straight ahead looks beautiful today."
