666th floor

Falling. Dropping Losing. Height.
Dragged down, wingless, beatless, heartless,
And haven’t hit the tarmac yet.
You’re not quite at rock bottom,
Not there yet, but falling.
Leaving behind your dizzy heights.
The pedestal, where you put yourself.
The dawning realisations,
Painful impact still to come.
To admit that you have fallen from grace
Your only salvation
But you think it’s past that,
The walls streak past you
They rise, as you fall.
You’re trapped
And you’re falling.

And I’m just going to watch.