It's dark
The wind is howling,
the leaves are rustling,
the moon is nowhere to be seen.
I'm standing on the edge of the cliff
staring down at the ravine the awaits me
The only question is
whether it will be suicide or murder
I turn around to see you
Who are you?
I open my mouth but nothing comes out
s t r a n g e r
and with a flick of your wrist
I'm sent tumbling
