Darkness wells before my bloodshot eyes, Icy rain falls from cloud-ridden skies, The eerie moon peaks from behind its veil As i step forward but my courage fails.
I regain my balance and hold the railing, The icy cold reinforces my failing. The coldness stabs at my hand and makes it sore, And from my eyes warm tears pour.
Rolling gently down my careworn face, I hang my head heavy in disgrace. They mingle with rain, warm and cold. I must do it! I must be bold.
I feel like i'm trapped in this inescapable hell, A prisoner in a modern-age cell. Mobile phones, computers, mp3s and TV. Just some many more ways to bully me.
Back at the rail and looking down, My face a grimace of a heavy frown. Eyeliner cascades down my cold cheek I'm not a person...i'm a freak.
I just want now to end it all, To go over the rail and fall and fall. The tarmac below seems open and black, Like a crack in the Earth to prevent attack.
I must do it now, i need to die, To leave this world and not cry Tears of torment, tears of pain, To leave this hell and not return again.
My stinging hand leaves the icy bar And far below i see a lonely car. Its lights shining on the slick wet road Towing behind a heavy load.
I lift my feet from the unfeeling stones. Cold air surrounds me and chills my bones. I throw myself forward into the night air. Into the nothingness and a life without care. I fly down, down towards the ground, Air buffeting my clothes the only sound. No scream flees me as i fall. I'll die dignified death, standing tall.
I'm found on the road covered in frost The morning after my life was lost. Now gone from life and from my fears, Blood trails from my eyes...red frozen tears. By Raindrop |  |
