The Edge

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Closed off cliffs to the opening ; It will be a rough night for home. I wrap the noose around my neck. The tighter I make it, following the serpents trail to a rock holding down all the rope. My phone opens up for one last thing i must post a picture with a fake smile and add,"I love life". Send to the web where it won't be known as nothing, but only a lie. As i near the edge. Time get's slower with intense gust of howls, My hair stands up. Death is calling for an encore. One last clause and deep breathe is all i take. The darkness finally says hi. The depression fiend comes to say his prayers . The feeling of remorse lets me know it's OK with a pat on my shoulder. The sound of a piano in the distance. Sadness she com'es to play me a farewell song, for this is anticipating of notes. The melody goes on as i stand to enjoy my final moments. Before i go to hell's door and suffer for this misinterpreted ghastly act of mine. Within a moments notice the song ends and the wind has pushed me forward off the end. A quick lost of breathe then snap and crackle my throat snaps. Dangling i twaddle with a twinkle of tears and glimmers of rain appear. I remembered I forgot to say I love you all and goodbye shall this be my last words. 

 

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