Growing darkness in my soul

Drove me right to the edge,

Up a staircase, twenty floors,

And standing on a ledge.

Every little dream I’d killed

In my own lonely hell,

Plagued my inner memory,

Erupting as I fell.

And as I hit the pavement,

I remember thinking why,

Peace was such a boon to me,

I could not wait to die.

But though my body broke and cracked,

Like tinder in a fire,

My consciousness remained astute,

Upon that burning pyre.

I should have died a thousand times,

Of that, was just the first,

It turns out everlasting life

Is nothing but a curse.