Never Ending Thirst - the fall

I cannot bring myself to write a decent thing,
Erasing all the words, a war of pen and sheets,
This war had love, so much inside its core,
And now it fights and fights,
imaginary gore...

I cannot bring myself to cry the tears I hold,
Because I hate redundant things,
For I have cried before...
I cannot bring together, the puzzle in my lap,
For I have lost some pieces,
While jumping up with joy,
Back then,
I am In Love....
I cannot bring back the past I have inside
It makes my body shiver,
It makes my heart weep blood...


I am looking down, somewhere,
Where the abyss has arms,
spread wide,
welcoming anyone, who doesn't mind
to jump. The knowledge that it holds,
Will be known and forgotten,
Into a second split,
then crushed.
I am sat.
On the end of a cliff.
And the first and last thing,
that crosses through my mind,
Is wishing for the wind,
To push me from behind.
Because I know of death,
And how it makes you fly....