a dark poem about dark times
Have you ever stood on the edge of life,
And been drawn towards the ravine below,
Been too sad, lonely, tired, absorbed in strife
That all you wanted to do is let go,
And felt the charisma of clean "The End",
The magnetic sense of finality,
Not wanting to continue to pretend,
Sick of all the world's technicality,
That you just felt yourself start to tumble,
And then the adrenaline catching you,
Forcing you in your grand leap to fumble,
Stopping the deed you could never undo,
Wond'ring what kept you from sailing through sky?
For me, I was too lethargic to die.