The most real things end like life,

Sudden like an oncoming strife,

It's lot like a twisting knife.

Knife

My mind is a twisting knife,

Severing the crevices without my cite,

It's like I'm fading from my life.

Life.

It's like I'm holding on to the ledge of life,

The ground is a tempting sight,

Maybe if I let go I'll feel alive?

Alive.

Weightless, I feel alive

My veins calmed down since my dive,

My days will soon become night.

Night.

Darkness surrounds me like night, 

Ground growing wider, I smiled,

Plummeting to my solitude, felt just right

Then a thud and a flash of