The wind is caught between a scream and a roar;
This whistling perforates my eardrums
like a teapot sitting a atop the fires of Hell.
Eyelids fused shut, that wind's lacerations try
but are just unable to pry
these empty brown eyes
and reveal the truth of the lies.
So I fall right through the clouds
with no turbulence on this descent,
and as Earth's elements charge my accelerated pace
I ready the barrel in my mind I've prepared to face.
The shot breaks life's hold on me beyond a trace,
and my eyes are finally open, witness my disgrace.
As water fills my lungs,
I can only hope this ship will sink.
I can't help but descend and think
I've erred as I near the brink
of the ever distant horizon.