falling to my death
i.
i slide
down
a gradually i
n
c
l
i
n
i
n
g
slope
lined with razor blades
and slick with blood and tears
i don't know when
i don't know how
but i seem
to have reached
a moment
where i am
ready
to
fall
down
d
o
w
n
d
o
w
n
and i am
a moment
away from giving up
on this meaningless life
ii.
i don't believe
that death should be
a surprise
since it is
as i
n
e
v
i
t
a
b
l
e
as e
n
t
r
o
p
y
and the passage
of t
i
m
e
as they say,
it's "inevitable yet unexpected"
so why cry
over spilt milk
that was already
fated to spill?
i wonder.
iii.
this is why
if one day
you should wake up
and find
that
i
am
g
o
n
e
do not be surprised
and do not shed tears
over this sinful existence
for i
am probably
happier
although there is no way
to achieve your dreams
even
through
d
e
a
t
h
so
i
keep
f
a
l
l
i
n
g