Now ten stories high Not but concrete below The bellows of the pedestrians The squawks of the crows The eyes are staring The ears listening to calls The sirens are coming The children are screaming “don’t fall” They’ve spotted me In all my pride One foot on the railing leaning over the side The sirens are coming The police are running up the stairs The silence is deafening If I fall I don’t think they’d really care I’m now stepping over My arms are spread out The women are screaming I have no last second doubts I feel a sudden impact I see myself as what I want to be My senses are failing Black is all that I can see Now that I have fallen That light never did come I lie now in the darkness I guess this would be karma to some.