Skyscraper Doormat

A choked, breathless sensation,
Wind whipping you cold,
(Splayed on your back)
In the rush of air.
A bird that has forgotten
(How to fly.)
Watching the ground,
A deep black sea,
Come upon you fast.
Failing to move your arms
To catch death slowly.
Regretting nothing,
(Falling beautifully)
Under layers of frozen skin.
Remembering, forgetting,
Throwing all the pain
Out the window
With yourself,
(Your own body.)
Was it worth it?
Will it fix a thing?
Thickness of silence
Other than the shrill wail
Of air on flesh,
(A desperate darkness,)
Until you're nothing
(But a skyscraper doormat.)