Have you ever been on the edge of
the cliff,
Face to face with the endless abyss,
Chained in shame from the desire
to jump
And lose yourself?
Have you ever been on the edge of
the cliff,
Borderline mad,
Taken by the desire to disappear?
Have you ever reached the limit
of your powers,
When the body refuses to work?
Have you ever been a slave of
your own fears?
They keep on coming in waves…
Have you ever been on the edge of
the cliff,
Hearing your inner voice advising
you to jump?
Have you ever been so tired of
your life,
Lived in fear, in loneliness,
With a heart ripped out of your
chest; broken…
…
I am broken like you -
Hollow like a mannequin, with no soul, nor heart,
Someone stole them from me a long
time ago.
And ever since then I have been sitting on this edge ready to spring.
You might ask why I am telling
you all this,
It’s not your story, empty words
of someone weak,
Tired of living the life.
Don’t ask, just listen,
The person rarely speaks for his
own misfortunes.
The road was tough, deserted and thorny,
Without companion, I am not
wanted,
Left alone after the last storm
Which annihilated my spirit.
Back then in the darkness of the
night
I lost everything, it costed me a
few words.
Back then in the cold nightfall,
I reached the end of the road.
…
I am sure, you are getting there,
To the edge of the cliff,
And when you reach it, you will see your life – a movie black-and-white.
You will want to take the jump.
This is my end as it was to all
before me.
You won’t see the sparkle in the
eyes
Once shinning bright.
This adventure is about to end.
...
Have you ever been on the edge of
the cliff,
The end of your conscious self-destruction?
If the answer is yes, then brace
yourself and make this decision.
This is the only way to end what
is torturing you, eating you alive, killing you.
Now, please excuse my bold words
and let me take my leave.
My time is running out.
Please turn your back, close your
eyes
And let me finish the trip, I started
in the midst of my weakening.
