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| SUICIDE |
I stand on the railings poised to fall, Balancing on the edge of the dividing wall. I fear not the death that fear all, It is life that terrifies my soul. I feel the wind blowing on my face My hands are getting cold and pale, I am shivering like a quivering leaf; This night is making me nervous. Nervous ? The one who is about to die ? Yes, I am shaking all over. I look back over my shoulder; Is there anything I am going to miss ? Well... There was this pretty face... There were some beautiful smiles... There were some wonderful days Some wild nights... Also there were the terrible hours. Well... The dark blue waters of the river Remind me of nothing but emptiness of my mind It is often confusing, this state of blankness I always mistake it for defeat. Well... Maybe that is why I stand here ready to fall Out of my senses. Out of the shear frustration of the daily routine Reluctant to break free, in life And resort cheaply to death, like a coward. No... It is not fair, to die this way And deny myself another chance. Who knows ? Tomorrow might be a better day... The sun may shine on my face The rain my pour And I may live again. Again... I stand on the railings poised to fall But my heart has turned away The winds have changed in direction. THey are blowing my way. Now I feel the strangest warmth Creeping into my heart and body. It is a feeling of hope. It is strange. There is a surge of confidence. I just hope it will last a longer time Than it has before And may it be a life time, Before I seek to go.
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