They say it'll be OK, but you know it will only get worse. They try to sugar-coat it. You evantually go insane. You stand at the edge of the building that ends your life and begins a new story for another. Someone stands at the bottom, beckoning to you, to jump. Someone else stands behind you, pleading you, to stand with them. The seductive eyes of Death that you know so well, that you have seen many times before, call to you, gently whispering your name. You slowly take one foot off the ground and think about the other one. "Are you sure you want to do this?" you ask yourself. You say aloud,"Yes. I do."
 c0existence · Sat Nov 13, 2010 @ 01:03am · 0 Comments |
