My shouts share whispers with the clouds above but fall on deaf ears here.
I cannot hear beyond the roaring wind.
I am eager to meet my end as are all the rest.
I hold such splendid moments in my chest as the earth's tilt shifts beneath me.
My pace has quickened it cannot further. The plot has thickened with mine own murder.
An aviary vision reduced to a glance.
One last moment, one last chance.