Greek Fire

Heights are exhilarating. The fall is supreme. Accelerating higher and higher until I can no longer see. I imagine the fall to be forgiving but it is my fear that will be my undoing. Relentless, gravity is my enemy. I struggle against the forces that seek to claim reign over me. You don't define me, you cannot have me. Plummeting like an arrow, the pavement greets me. There is no going back, we will never be free. Don't look down in case you lose your nerve. In case you lose your appetite, you might get what you deserve. I watch myself soar above the Greek fire. An elaborate spectacle, full of arrows I've admired. A soothing death meant to end my suffering. I don't believe in reincarnation. We won't return once we leave. I lament my fragile broken wings. Jumping off buildings just isn't the same thing. I crave a doubtless display of constant energy. A sudden surge of adrenaline with no hesitation, no apathy. But I can't undo all of my past mistakes. All I never accomplished, all my agony creates. I covet angel rust and fairy dust. Will I rise above the mundane? Is regret a must? Heights never frightened me. It's the fall that scares the hell out of me. A leap of faith into glorious legend. If I must fail first, then I hope I will be the one to rise again after all this