It's Called Extinction

Falling through the ice into a pit
Of hell.
Upside down the sky is now
The ground,
And we fall as we walk whether we march
Or run.
Quickly to live slowly dying off
overcome.
As we rush to die or choose the long
Living torture.
The earth has it's mother nature
For nurture.
When right side up last of the falling
Divine.
Hang on to the edge long enough to leave
A mark one final sign.