The last thoughts of a man before the final leap...
|Shadows falling as an endless nightmare.
I see a horde beckoning to see what is left of the future.
What is the meaning of life? Meaningless is it? I hope so.
The meanings I have been trying to find are all lost. . .
Lost in an enclave represented by the jaws of raging tyranny.
Painless is it. . .only when the monkey smiles.
Men. . .women bring about the anarchy of pain.
How they enjoy witnessing the defeat of others.
How they enjoy the illusion that their 'life is beautiful'.
Beauty to one is the horror to another, or is it the other way round.
I don't know anymore.
This anguish I feel is from the netherworld. Limbo.
A place I cannot go forward and I dare not move back.
I stand there, at this rip, without direction.
The only thing left for me is to be swallowed whole.
My escape. My remorse. My answer. My sin.
I really do wonder if the water is warm. . .
He was shattered when his spouse of ten years decided to leave him. Not being able to cope with the pain, he decided to end the game of life. As he stood on the edge, a passing car stopped and asked him if he was ok. He heard the sound of reassurance. He committed himself into a psychiatric hospital for six months. He restarted his life after being released. One word of assurance is all it would take to define the difference between life and death.