Throwing myself to the void below
Lest I fall further to the grasp of you
The setting sun like a beckoning grave
The waters below offer an escape
Years of peaceful silence
Dead withered parts arise
Like flowers blooming in the cold
Born only to die
I choose this fall that has an end
Casting myself into welcome stones
Rather than existing in this void, alone
All memories of you taken to the grave
The waters below offer an escape
Years of raging torment
As blooming branches die
A corpse withers in the sun
Loved, yet left to die
I choose this fall that has an end
And in this oblivion, I am free