Nothing Exists (freewrite)

I rust away
in broken skies
as symphonies of
Sparrows and Ravens
clash before my
fading eyes.

A vortex of utter happiness
prances on cloud tops,
teasing me to fall.

I can not move.
I can not speak.
Yet it appears

the whole world is listening.

From free thought
to free form
while everything changes.
It morphs to nothing,
but I can still see it.

Nothing exists.

I feel raindrops
tugging at strands
of curly hair,
dripping from tips
to the blood-splattered
ground below.

Murderous cries break through
to my aching ears.
No finger can block
the sounds of life.