I think of you often, you’re like a dark lover enticing me to let go from the ledge into your arms.
I know there will be no more pain when I’m in your arms and yet my knuckles turn pale as I clutch to the ledge.
Below you wait with open arms and a promise of no more pain. All’s I need to do is let go and yet I cling to a life that’s given me nothing but empty promises.
It’s becoming harder and harder to hang on. I hear you call my name from below; I can still see those open arms promising to catch me.
With a silent cry I release my hold on my life and fall into your arms and as promised you catch me, death, the sweet release