The breeze is cool and gentle,
and holds no threat or dread,
but once I surrender it'll grab my skin
and tear my flesh to shreds.

The ground sways below me,
clutching at my feet,
and I know I'll fall, I'll shatter,
and my pain will be bloody and sweet.

I'm tumbling, I'm falling, let me go!
I'm running away blind,
My eyes are still working;
what happened to my mind?!

I want to shout, I want to cry,
I want to scream and sing
until my throat is torn and sore
from yelling unspeakable things.

At last, it ends, as all the panic
is locked away and caged.
I can see it struggling hard
to free itself from the page.