Love is a finite resource,
One that, in my case, has just run out,
They drill deeper, hoping they'll find more,
But all is dry beneath a layer of solid stone,
Everything is ending,
But I have hardened myself to the point of not caring,
I just walk on through the cliffs,
Valiantly battling against my emotions,
Becoming numb as ice,
The way I want to be.
Standing on the edge of the cliff,
Looking down into churning, black waters,
They look inviting,
"Come to us, jump, you'll be free at last!"
They have a point, I know.
Nobody can penetrate the stone over my heart,
I have nothing to live for,
I couldn't care less,
So I jump,
I always wondered what it was like to fly,
The fact I'm plummeting towards my death,
Only makes it all the more enjoyable,
My favourite day was the day I died.