"A birdseye" view of a suicide...not for the faint of heart or the younger set. |
The Jumper Stepped through the window shuddering Sick at heart, shaking and muttering On to the concrete strip of my death Facing the wall and seeing my breath Creeped on the ledge as the city slept For my lost love, I bitterly wept Dark and cold as I hugged the wall Wanting to jump, afraid to fall She led me here, to take my own life Untrustworthy woman I made my wife Remembering the pain of her neglect As I gave myself time to reflect No other love could restore my soul Bitterly broken, a hapless fool Knowing it's time, I turn around Open my eyes and look at the ground I picture freedom, not the hard earth The end of my pain, selfish rebirth Fearing a slip, I step out and drop Flying in blackness, now I can't stop Free of her now, I sail toward my death The rushing wind has taken my breath Designed to destroy her, my upcoming end I realize with pain, she'll probably mend Clarity comes, revealing my haste Too late I learn my death is a waste I hear myself screaming, a terrible sound My final thought, before hitting the ground |