I am moving closer and closer to the darkness, <br />And I am balancing on the corner of the edge, <br />On the point of a needle, <br />With just a Nudge, I would full into deaths arms, <br />His breath I can fill on my spine. <br /> <br />Losing my grasp, <br />Edging closer and closer to a fall, <br />Consuming me is the chilling threat of deaths arms <br />And depression haunting my soul and <br />I am quickly tearing apart.<br /><br />Sam Seymour<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prelude-to-suicide/
