I almost touched the top, a second later I was at the bottom.

Here I stand on the rooftop, 40 stories up.
I stare into the vaguely orange sky, with the rain blasting my eyes.
Without even a blink, do I show life outside my brain?
So much activity I have to remember to breath.
I'm on the edge, and for the last 10 minutes, probably dead.
I look down to see the life below, mostly black.
I blink, and only now can I see the earth.
Attacking me like a hungry dog, I should be looking at the sky.
Before my second blink I'm face down on the ground,
I feel that I'm still alive, or maybe it's just an illusion inside my own delusion.
I can feel the earth moving beneath me, I can hear the screams around me.
I can't move, I can't breath, can't blink, but I can see.
They want to save me, I want to scream "No."
But no matter how loud my thoughts scream, my brain is on the road.