Standing at the edge, I peer in wonder, at the simplicity of how easily the end can meet me.
The end of worry, the end of fear, the end of anguish over why I’m here.
We need to believe that thought carries on,
For legacy, for love, everything we’ve tried to become
Image and memory, are not enough
To live and unravel who we are
We must, taste the blood, that accompanies the plunge
To dwell on breath that invokes the shivering invitation
To dine with the gods of oblivion
We welcome a curiosity unbecoming of reason
And yet I cannot escape the siren song of the great beyond
And the imagined peace that follows with
I hold no stance that I’ll exist, I hold no stance that I’ll exist in the unknown
All the same, I need to believe that I will still see
And I need to believe you will still think about me