Fifth Floor Drop

Ah man, that was quite a fall.
I can’t feel my back,
I can’t feel my soul.

Someone threw me out of the window,
but they say I threw myself.

There’s glass in my shins,
there’s blood on my chest.

But it doesn’t really bother me,
as everyone is watching.

Maybe if I fall once more,
I’ll find it once more.

Just once more, let myself fall,
Feel the crunching of bones,
And the impact of concrete.

But I can’t get up,
my legs are no more.

Just like my soul,
Oh, where did it go?


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