I feel I have no getaway
I fall a thousand feet of sky
The air constricting me so far
As to block the sun from my eye

Your life a rotten apple
My thoughts a hungry worm
Food for thought a reminiscent
Of the days we had of summer

The lord up in his castle
Looking down upon his servants
Rebellion in the ranks so blue
The roaring of the crowds

The wind is still around me
Throwing chills into my face
A safety net of hard-worn stone
A freedom of my limbs

Hmmm. It was Ok, but you could connotate the 'Winter of my Days' a bit more nearer the beginning.


Few corrections:
'Your life's a rotten apple'
The Lord up in his castle.'
I'm falling a thousand feet - maybe just a suggestion, as that line seemed iffy.

Otherwise, 'twas good.

yeah it should definitly be im falling a thousand feet of sky