It ‘twasn’t ‘til it was over until I realized I had it all,
That it seemed I set myself up for an unperceivable fall.

All I have to say...”God, how could I have been such a fool?
What the hell?... Why... Why was I such a goddamn tool?”

My heart was in turmoil and ruin,
The melody of death and self-destruction was my tune.

I stood atop a cliff and gazed down upon the ground,
Until up behind me, came a seemingly non-existent sound.

In my back, I felt the blade’s cool edge,
The words “Farewell,” following me off the ledge.

As I fell through the air and space, I began to wonder
“How... How could I have made such a blunder?”

As I longed for death silent final embrace,
It loomed in my future, so far, yet near my face.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered with a sigh,
“Please forgive me, she was a lie.”

Before the darkness consumed me,
One last thing was there for me to see.

Atop the cliff, the woman held the knife,
Slowly morphing in(to) hooded figure with scythe.

Soon the unfortunate choices I had made came to light,
Their repercussions I wished to change with all my might.

Closing my eyes against the darkness,
I realized my actions were completely heartless.

“Please forgive me,” I repeat again and again.
And I feel myself tear and bend.

Slowly like dark ghastly poison I feel death’s last kiss,
Yet in my ears I hear only its laughing hiss.