Standing at the edge, Looking into the void, I can hear it calling, And I can feel the longing.
I wonder what it would feel like to not feel any pain? And I wonder what it would feel like to drift, and to exist in non-existence.
Standing at the edge, I wonder if I will have the courage to leap.
When I leap, will the darkness embrace me?
I hope it will, for if it doesn't, I may just die for eternity.
As I am dying now.