Tangible Imaginary

I'm hanging on the edge of the abyss, looking down. Behind me are the orcs, coming fast and loud.
My heart starts to panic, jumping out of my chest.
There's no escaping the pain, so I fall
But I don't hit the ground.
Not for a while.
Falling is not bad, I can't feel anything, I'm numb.
It feels like I could deal with falling.
It feels like I could keep falling forever and I wouldn't mind.
That's until the ground finds me.
Then I break every single bone.
My heart keeps racing and shrieking at the same time.
I think I should've take the orcs. At least it would be quick.
Pain.
I just want all of this to go away.
Getting up is a disaster.
I forgot my bones are gone.
So I just lay there, waiting for something to happen.
The rain falls and fixes my skeleton.
Now I stand and start walking. It's dark down here.
I light a match and then a cigarette.
A whole pack of cigarettes is done in a matter of minutes.
I just keep going. But not really.
More like crawling.
The same feeling of when I was falling hangs over me.
Numbness.
If an orc came right this instant,
wanting to chop my head off, I'd probably let him do it.
Too weak to even raise my hand.
And I keep crawling.
Not sure of anything.
Just waiting for an end.