Patrick Shields

Rookie (November 11th,1987 / Las Vegas)

Falling Fast (See You In Hell) - Poem by Patrick Shields

On Top Of This Skyscraper We Stand Hand In Hand
Years Of Disappointment and Depression Have Led To This
The Wind Blows Our Hair Over Our Eyes Like A Fan
As We Get Ready To Jump We Give Each Other One Last Kiss

When We Leap Don't Forget To Breath
There Is Nothing Left Her For You
There Is Nothing Left To Leave
The Last Thing We'll Be Thinking About Is The View

When We Wake Up From This Nightmare We Won't Be In Our Beds
Lying In The Street Our Bodies Will Be Motionless Holding Each Other
We'll Awake From This Nightmare In Hell and We'll Be Dead
Our Eyes Will Be Wide Open Looking At One Another

So I'll See You In Hell This Very Night
We Won't Regret What We Did On This Stone Ledge
We Lost The Fight Trying To Survive Our Mundane Lives
We Just Look To The Street Below Us As We Move Closer To The Edge

We Start To Walk Over To The Stone Ledge
You’re Hair Covering Your Eyes As You Began To Cry
Our Toes Of Our Shoes Hanging Over The Edge
I Wipe The Tears From Your Beautiful Hazel Eyes

We Close Our Eyes and Jump From The Tower
The Wind Blowing Past Us Hitting Us In The Face
When We Get To Hell Satan Will Grant Us Unimaginable Power
Your Lips Will Be From This World The Last Thing I'll Ever Taste

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 7, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, January 28, 2011

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