I look at the clock, seeing time is dire

And use all my strength to climb higher and higher.

I must be halfway now, the clouds above my head.

And down below I see the colour red.

But my hand's starting to slip, and the world is spinning.

My head is like water, and my eyes are dimming.

With one final heave, and one last deep breath

I let go and fall downwards, to my death.