You fell into it

You look up,
you see the stars
Look down,
see the ground
Look away from your path,
you see nothing

Feel the air,
feel it's cold
Feel the ground,
fell how it's hard and rocky
Feel it fall,

The stones, they fall
Your feet, they colapse
The air, rushes past your ears

You hear your screams,
blood curdleing scream
Hear the air,
it's screaming
Hear it STOP

Taste the blood flowing past your lips,
bitter, salty and plain
Taste the air,
stale and hard from the rush
Taste the pain,
its bitter sweet taste
serges through out your body

You see a person,
they're comeing close
You feel their hand on you head,
stroking you hair
you hear the person say
'you fell into it,
you have only yourself to blame'
you taste...
what do you taste?

The Numbness of Freedom