The only way to get through with hearts and wrists intact is...

I stood at breaking point

Observing the world as it rushed below me

Seeing it for what it really was

Disastrous chaos, with a hint of deadly consequence.

Everybody was destined to end up the same as me

Wasting away,

Life slipping through my fingers like tiny grains of sand

I was inevitable.

Voices erupted in my head

Then the brief, tortuous slam of traffic noise

Followed by a bitter, piercing silence.

That’s the only memory that I have

Before the split decision I had to make

Freefall release or purely existence

It turns out the pull if sharp instruments and intoxicating temptation

Was more than I ever could’ve imagined.

My head swimming with confusion, blinding my sense of morality.

It hit me, like a thousand ton weight

Crushing my fragile life-source, but presenting me with the adrenaline kick I so desperately craved.

Teetering on the edge, I smiled

My coin had been tossed

We live a game of chance it seems

With only one eventual outcome

Chance just determines the amount of torture we must first endure.

Eternity, caught in an hourglass

Heads is chance, a lucky break

Tails, and the hourglass shatters.

Looks like today is my lucky day…

-TICK TOCK-

Freefall, into the unknown.