Death Deals

Teetering on heels, tight rope walking the sky-rise ledge
I contemplate the infinite shattered glass
Screams of horrors from spectral onlookers
Oh yes, I’ll touch their lives,
For once I’ll touch their lives

Wind cries in my ears, begging, pleading reconsideration
A pigeon glares with suspicious eyes
He doesn’t think I’ll do it,
The gray of his feathers doubts my commitment
I belly laugh at my insanity, who the hell cares about the color of his doubt

“You’re making this easy on me”
A murky voice slithered across my skin
Chills pierced my body
I didn’t have to turn to see… I knew who it was.