| Cliffs edge Standing on the cliff’s foot-worn edge Wind is the only companion for you Head bowed, arms like planks at your side Weight of the world being but a nuisance on your shoulders It seems light as a feather Contrast to the weight of yourself The brink to a fast death does not trouble you Why you are here Cannot be doubted Infinite sadness has landed It has become your only sustenance Do not make me move on I do not want to Frantically questions pour forth Bringing nothing but false hope A light quickly stamped out A heart quickly snuffed out A cry quickly stifled As the bottom of the brink Catches up |