The chill, the gruff, The wind brushes past me- Fast and free. As I remain Frozen in limbo, Like the overview effect I fail to look away from The charred grey abode of mine. It's blue around, And darker blue beyond. From below, I hear the buzz Of a tireless populace As a ray of sun pierces through. To feel anger, to be sad, To love and to be loved, To endure bliss, to feel alive, I know there's just little time Before my last whisper As I hit the Earth. I leave behind no vestige, I save not any regret. Only the petrichor will emanate Unfurling my last breath As this body spatters And finally cease to exist.